She replayed the past hour in her head. How he had followed her back down to the party and kissed her softly on the lips before she slunk undetected back into the horde of her drunken colleagues. She reached the bar and ordered a glass of Champagne and saw him out of the corner of her eye re-enter the party.
It was amazing to see how relaxed he was. He was making his way around the room, laughing and joking whilst she was still finding it hard to keep her heart from jumping out of her chest.
She tried to make polite conversation, asking if people were having a good time but as they answered, her eye was on the clock. Watching the little hand on her watch tick slowly towards quarter to nine.
For the forty three minutes and sixteen seconds that she managed to stay at the party her body did not relent. The jolt of nerves and electricity she felt every time the locked eyes or every time she remembered what he had said and did to her on the roof was almost unbearable.
At eight thirty three she said her goodbyes to the uninteresting intern she was currently talking to and she made her way over to him. He caught her eye as she walked over and he introduced her loudly to his adoring crowd.
Here she is he said with a devilish grin and she responded formally, I'm leaving now- but thank you for a great party. Groans around her signalling the upset from her colleagues at her early departure so she had to make up and excuse, I have some plans tomorrow and I need to be up early. His response in front of the crowd, Come see me Monday, I can run through the offer - yet his eyes burned through her saying something completely different.
She glided on a cloud to the exit with a rush in her stomach. Just before she walked through the door she looked back and he was there. Talking to someone but looking at her, following her until she gave him a small smile and a don't be long look.
Now she was lying on his bed, free of any clothes as per his strict instructions and wishing he was here next to her, on top of her, inside her. Finally they had established the lingering question over what they were.
We can give us a proper go.
His words ringing round her head causing a smile from ear to ear to grace her lips. And now she was lying on his bed and waiting for him to get here. So they could finish what he started on that roof.
Hermione had time to think. She was headstrong and determined and however excited she felt when he told her to do something that related to their shared intimate moments there was always that part of her that fought back. They may have managed to establish their feelings in some way but it didn't mean she should just lie here and wait for him.
She wouldn't be herself if she always did what he wanted. And for some reason tonight she felt she had something to make up for.
After making up her mind, she slipped her undearwear back on and made her way to his living room. She found a record she liked and set it to play while she took a seat on his soft grey sofa. She looked around the room realising that she had never been in here alone.
There were six pictures in this room. Two large prints of some modern geometric patterns with greys and yellows that seemed to match the room perfectly. The other four pictures were of him and his friends. She recognised Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson straight away and the other two after she had gotten up for a closer look, turned out to the Goyle and Nott.
She heard his door open, then footsteps on the tiled flooring and then the sound of the door closing behind him. She turned around and he smirked as he walked through the door and discarded his suit jacket on the armchair in the corner. His eyes trailed her body from top to bottom and she smirked at him as she rested her bottom against the sideboard.
"Are you looking for a punishment, Granger?" She pulled her fingers through her hair and smiled at him. As he began to step towards her she held up her hand to stop him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm changing the rules."
His head tilted to the side in confusion but he matched her smile, watching her curiously.
"Take a seat." She held out her hand ushering to the sofa on the otherside of the room.
"On my own sofa?" He asked, loosening his tie from around his neck and unclasping his top button. She raised her eyebrows at him and he smiled again. After a few seconds and a few thumps of her heart against her ribs, he sat down.
"Now what?" He asked as he sat comfortably in his seat, his arm placed casually on the armrest and his fingers lightly touching his temple.
"So eager?" She joked.
"Do you know how much reserve it is taking, not to grab you and fuck you against that wall?"
It sent filthy images flashing across her mind and a rush of arousal to her knickers. "I hope a lot." She smirked trying to act as cool as she could.
She pushed herself off the sideboard, stepping towards him. "The rule is: I touch you."
"There has never been a rule where you can't do that."
"The rule for tonight is: I touch you, you can't touch me."
"That's..." He was shaking his head in defeat, "not fair."
"That's the rule."
He studied her as she dropped to her knees right infront of his open legs. He was looking at her, everywhere. His eyes roaming over her body and her face and finally resting on her rosy lips. He lent forward, as if to try to kiss her but she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into his seat.
"Do you remember what you did to me earlier?" She rested her hand on her chest and dragged it slowly down her stomach.
"Yes."
She reached the elastic band of her underwear and dipped her fingers below. He lent forward, his lips slightly parted as he watched the spot where her fingers had disappeared.
She remembered the chill she felt as he crept his hand into her knickers on the rooftop earlier and she wet her fingertips between her legs before she curled them inside herself.
He was breathing heavily watching the way her hand moved excitedly in her knickers and he loosened his tie further as if to give him more air to breathe.
"Fuck." He whispered as he pulled the tie off his neck and pulled it through his fingers. "Take off your underwear, I want to see you."
She stopped briefly and smirked at him, pulling her fingers from her pussy before she stood up then turned her back to him. She slowly unclasped her bra from behind her back and drew the straps across her arms and let her bra fall to the floor infront of her.
She watched him over her shoulder as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and bent over slowly as she pulled them down her legs. It was how he had liked it a few weeks ago and she was delighted when she heard him moan. "I want to bury my face in that beautiful cunt."
Merlin, did she want that too. Desperately. But this was different tonight and she wanted to show him just how much she wanted him
She turned back around to face him and he had lent as far forward as possible, as close as he could get to her without touching her.
She pressed on his chest once more, pushing him back against the cushions and fell to her knees once more in between his legs. Her fingers then slid slowly down his chest, undoing each button on his shirt. Her fingers then fell to his crotch where she could feel his dick, already so hard and twitching against her fingers.
She unclasped his belt, unzipped his trousers and moved his hips as she pulled them down his legs to pool at his feet.
She lent inbetween his legs and briefly stretched to place a small kiss on his lips. He pressed his lips into hers trying to keep the contact but she had moved, leaving his lips for his neck. He thrust up into her in frustration and let his head fall back on the sofa, his fists at his sides clenching and unclenching. She kissed and licked from his collarbone all the way over his chest until she reached his underwear.
She kissed the tops of his legs and the sides of his chest and she ran her fingertips over the outline of his dick and it twitched repeatedly again under her touches. Finally after teasing him enough, she pulled down his underwear to his knees. His dick sprung up into her face and she looked up at him and licked her lips before she blew lightly onto the tip.
"You are such a fucking tease, Granger." He said as he ran his hands over his face and placed them behind his head.
"You like sucking my dick don't you?"
She nodded and held his gaze as she licked his length, circling her tongue around the tip. She could taste his precum and the excitement bubbled in her stomach.
"That's it." He whispered as she pursed her lips around his tip and sucked lightly, pressing her tongue against the underside of his dick. "Fucking hell." She felt his hands creep into her hair, slowly tickling the nape of her neck and she pulled her mouth away from him and let it fall onto his chest. She took a hold of his wrists and pressed them into the sofa by his sides.
"I said, no touching." She said defiantly. He huffed in frustration and shuffled on the seat. She loved having so much power over him. However domaneering he could be when it came to sex, he was still excited by her taking control. It was still turning him on and she loved that she could do this to him. To watch him excited and frustrated and needy, all for her was something that made her more aroused as the minutes ticked by.
She licked his length again and then took his tip into her mouth, sucking and licking until she sunk her mouth down until her nose met his stomach.
"Fucking hell." He moaned again.She glanced up at him. He was beautiful. His hair was falling over his wide eyes and he was breathing heavily, mouth slightly open. He smirked at her as she pulled her lips back up his length then sunk back down straight after, eliciting a series of curses from his mouth. She could see his fingertips digging into the sofa. The tendons in his hands flexing every time she dipped her head back down. She carried on for a few more minutes, loving the sound of his moaning and the dirty words coming from his mouth.
After a while, when she could hear him panting harder and gripping the sofa tighter, she stopped. She sat back on her heels and watched him. The seconds went by and he watched her with what looked like anger on his face. It was only frustration but she relished in it anyway.
"Don't leave me like this." Was he begging? Had she actually made him beg? It sent a rush through her and she so wanted to leave it there. To walk away from him but she knew he wouldn't stay still. He would follow her and he would grab her and fuck her hard until she came and that thought made her want to do it. But she had already made up her mind about the way she wanted tonight to go.
So she climbed on top of him, straddling her legs either side of his. She sat slowly down on him and rubbed herwet pussy along his hard dick. His hands rested either side of her calves and he watched her rock her hips over him. She ran her fingers over his chest then onto his shoulders. She lifted herself up so her breasts were near his mouth. She teased his mouth with her nipples and he licked his lips and stuck out his tongue hoping for a taste that she never gave him. His breath made her nipples harden and she wanted his mouth round them, so suck and bite at them but she refrained, dragging her fingers back across his chest.
She sat back on his knees and ran her hands over her own body, touching her breasts, circling her nipples and pinching them while he watched her fingers in a trance. She dipped her hand lower, tracing a pattern over her stomach before he fingers delved to her pussy. He bucked his hips, trying to push himself into her but she lifted herself off him.
"You have no idea what you're in for later." He whispered as he watched her wet fingers circle her clit.
"Why don't you tell me?" She jibed him as she rubbed her sensitive bud, pressing the pad of her finger harder against it while she rubbed her wet pussy along his dick.
"I'm going to tie you up and I'm going to touch you and tease you but I'm not going to let you come. I'm going to bring you to the edge over and over again and then I'm going to stop and I'm going to start all over again until you can't take it anymore, until you fucking beg me, until you are screamingmy name forme to fuck you."
"You promise?" She whispered, stilling her fingers and placing them to his lips. He licked her coated fingers as she took a hold of his dick and pressed the tip in her wet entrance.
"I promise." He whispered back. She placed her lips to his, kissing him with force while she sank onto his dick. They moaned into each others mouths and Draco grabbed her hips as he held her in place.
He swore again, taking her lower lip into his mouth dragging it through his teeth. She ground herself into him, feeling his dick deep inside her as she rocked back and forth onto his hips, kissing him slowly.Shecould feel herjuices seeping out of her and onto him. Not only had she teased him but she had teased herself and she was so close already.
He opened his mouth to her, their tongues meeting as she lifted herself on her knees until just his tip was inside her and then she sank back down again. She repeated this over and over again and he slid his hands from her waist up to her breasts, pinching her nipples as she fucked him slowly. He slid his hands back down over her waist and reached round to her bottom, digging his fingers into her skin and pulling her cheeks apart. He then started to thrust in time with her as she whimpered into his mouth, his dick rubbing against g-spot and she didn't know how much longer she could last.
He started to guide her up and down, faster and faster until she was taking his dick inside her hard and fast and she was crying out for release. She could feel his laboured breaths against her lips as he moved his hands from her bottom, slid one round the back of her neck and the other to her clit. His thrusts became erratic as gripped her neck pulling her back into him as he circled her clit with the pad of his fingers.
Hermione couldn't help the cry that left her lips as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her. Her muscles pulsed around his dick, pushing him over the edge and he came with a moan a few seconds later.
Sometime later they lay intertwined on the sofa, her head resting on his chest and her hand tracing light circles on his stomach. He had pulled a blanket over them both and he had his eyes closed, tickling the skin on her shoulder and breathing into her hair.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked lazily into her hair.
"Nothing." She replied, watching the way his skin was pebbling under her strokes.
"Not anymore."
"Oh?" She asked, turning her head to press her lips against his chest.
"We're going for dinner."
She lifted her head and looked at him, he opened his eyes slowly. "Are we?" She asked. "Like a date?"
"Seen as though we have never been on one before, I think it's probably best. And it would be weird for us to have your friends wedding be our first official date."
"Okay." She nodded before she replaced her head on his chest, smiling like an idiot and thankful he couldn't see her face at that moment.
She didn't know how long they lay there for in the silence and the comfort of each other before she felt his hands begin to roam over her skin. He stroked one hand down her back to her bottom and the other from her neck to her chest, palming each breast in his hand before he spanked her hard on her bottom.
"What was that for?" She cried.
"Oh, I think you know." He said smirking. He reached behind his head under the cushions where he produced the tie hehad been wearing earlier that night. He grabbed herhand and began knotting the tie around her wrist, and with a devilish grin he growled, "Now, for your punishment."
A/N: Happy Friday! Back with a bang! (hopefully) Fuck,I forget how much I love writing these smut scenes! Why did I ever stop updating this fic?
Thank you for all the reviews so far. All of you that reviewed the last chapter made me so happy! I agree this is exhausting! Half of me just wants them to scream I love you! - but that isn't them... and it would be waaay too easy.
Please leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter.
Elle x