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Warning: This chapter is like 90% smut. It's also a little shorter than normal. Hope you all enjoy it.
December 31, 2000 London, England - Hermione's Flat
Hermione and Draco had opted to stay home on New Year's Eve, both feeling rather drained from the holiday season. They'd spent the day curled up on the couch, Hermione still in her pajamas, reading and talking. Theo and Luna were supposed to be over around eleven that night to bring in the new year with them, but Hermione was perfectly content to curl up with Draco until then.
"I'm really not looking forward to going back to work on Monday." Draco groaned. Hermione had her head in Draco's lap, reading A Brief History of Time with his arm draped over her and absentmindedly running his fingers along her arms and stomach. Hermione looked up at him at his exclamation.
"Honestly, Draco, you get a whole week of work and you still don't want to go back on Monday? We're nearly finished with the the Tempus device. We really need a name for that thing." Hermione frowned. Draco smirked.
"Why we just call it what it is? A bowl that takes you back in time?" Draco asked her. She rolled her eyes.
"That's a bit of a mouthful." She said. Draco shrugged.
"So do what every other witch or wizard over the centuries has done: put it in Latin." Draco chuckled.
"I suppose it could work." Hermione mused. "I'll have to look into the translations Monday. How's the particle accelerator going?"
"Sketches are done. Equations, done. Practical application of those things however, are going to require some heavy lifting. Namely, I have no bloody clue how I'm going to power this thing. Which is why I'm dreading Monday. I've gotta figure it out." Draco complained.
"Theo and I are almost done with the modified prototype. Since we can't progress without the particle accelerator, we'll have to help you out before we can move along before we can begin proper testing." Hermione suggested.
"I suppose you're right." He allowed.
"I always am." Hermione smirked up at him.
"Theo's right, you have been spending too much time with me." Draco chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She marked her spot in her book, standing up to place it on the coffee table before moving to sit on Draco's lap.
"Well, hello there." Draco murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist. His low voice and darkening eyes made Hermione's stomach tighten just a little. She kissed her way up his jawline, knowing he always got goosebumps when she nibbled his neck a little. They hadn't done too much together, but she knew enough to get him worked up pretty fast.
"What're you trying to do, little girl?" Draco drawled, his voice coarse. Hermione giggled a little; she loved when he called her that, even though she wasn't quite sure why.
"Stuff." Hermione managed to reply. Draco laughed a little.
"That is probably the least Hermione-ish response I've ever heard. Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" Draco asked, leaning back to look her over.
"It's not my fault my brain sort of shuts down when I'm this close to you." Hermione protested. "Words are hard."
"If you keep this up, words won't be the only things that are hard." Draco murmured. Hermione felt herself dampen at the suggestiveness in his tone. In combination with how his eyes grazed over her and the way his hands moved against her back and sides, she was well on her way to arousal as well. She noticed that he didn't go above her bra line or below her pantyline and wondered at that.
She reached behind her and took his hand in her own, moving it downward, towards her bum. He watched her curiously at first, but then he realized what she was doing and stopped his hand, looking into her eyes intensely for a moment.
"Are you sure you want this, Hermione?" Draco asked seriously. Hermione paused, taken slightly aback by the seriousness in Draco's tone. She nodded with a slight smile.
"Yes, I want this. I wouldn't initiate it if I didn't, you know that." Hermione told him, looking into his eyes. His eyes dilated a tiny bit and suddenly Draco hands were moving again, slowly. Hermione squirmed under his touch, his hands trailing down her spine, so very close to where she'd been trying to lead him. He maintained eye contact with her as his hands grazed the top of her hips, then sunk lower, gripping at her ass gently. Hermione nearly moaned at the new, intimate touch.
Her back arched a little, which only gave Draco more room to massage her, his hands running over her ass and down her exposed legs. The feeling of his hand over the thin material of her sleep shorts gave Hermione goosebumps. She wore no bra, and as her arousal grew, that became evident as her nipples hardened. Draco seemed to notice that, as he smirked, one hand grasping her as the other trailed up over her hip, towards her stomach. He distracted her by kissing her on the junction of her neck and shoulder.
She bit her bottom lip when she felt Draco rubbing one breast gently, his thumb working her nipple in electrifying circles that had her gasping, eyes closed. She clung to him tighter when he slipped his hand beneath her shirt and worked his magic on her bare skin.
She heard him chuckle beneath her and she opened her eyes to see what was so funny. The look in his eye, a playful, mischievous light dancing in his grey eyes, only heightened her nearly overwhelmed senses.
"This what you had in mind, love?" Draco smirked. Hermione nodded a little.
"And- um, perhaps a bit more?" Hermione managed to choke out.
"More?" Draco asked playfully, his eyebrows shooting up. "What more could you possibly want?" Draco cooed. Hermione couldn't respond because at that moment, Draco tugged on her nipple a little harder and she moaned. He didn't relent, moving to the other nipple and teasing it until Hermione moaned his name.
"You look so beautiful when you're moaning my name, Hermione." Draco murmured kissing her temple. "Let's see if I can make you do it again."
He flattened his hand against her breast, giving it one last squeeze before trailing his palm down her chest, a single finger circling her navel before he kissed her roughly, his hand sinking between her thighs. He rubbed her over her shorts but the friction was intoxicating to Hermione, who melted under his touch. She met Draco's kiss eagerly, her hand curling into the hair at the base of his neck. She was suddenly glad that he'd let his hair grow out a bit; it let her pull herself even closer to him. She heard Draco growl a little in the back of his throat before he broke the kiss, moving up her jawline and nibbling her ear a little bit.
"If you keep pulling my hair like that, little girl, I'm not responsible for what happens to this pretty little pussy." Draco growled in her ear. He thrummed his fingers over her folds for emphasis, Hermione's hand immediately clenching in Draco's hair. She heard him release a deep, guttural moan before pulling his hand back up and pushing it under her shorts and panties. She gasped at the sudden skin-to-skin contact. His fingers gently separated her folds, her arousal coating his fingers quickly.
Her leg muscles tightened almost instantly as he circled the little bundle of nerves hidden in her folds. She threw her head back, a long, quivering moan falling from her lips.
"Dr-Draco!" Hermione gasped, her hand grasping at his forearm for stability.
"We're just getting started here, little one, though I do love your enthusiasm." Draco murmured in her ear, then began stroking her sensitive clit, rubbing circles at an ever-increasing rate. Hermione's mind was a blur of sensations, her body feeling tingly all over. She could already feel the ache of an orgasm building in in her lower abdomen. Her hips bucked uncontrollably her thighs closing instinctively. She closed her eyes tightly, her muscles spasming and her nails digging in the Draco's forearm.
"Are you close, love?" Draco asked, his breath catching a bit. Hermione nodded vigorously, biting her bottom lip. Draco sped up, moving his hand so that his thumb bore the brunt of the clitoral stimulation, his middle finger easing into her tight hole. He sank his finger in to the second knuckle, Hermione gasping at the combined sensations. She felt her orgasm building, nearly painful, and when she was just at the edge, Draco started thrust his finger in and out, pushing Hermione over the edge.
"Draco!" She writhed in Draco's arms, her head feeling light. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, Draco doing his best to draw out her orgasm as long as he could. Finally, he pulled his finger out of her, causing her to sigh as she finally felt herself coming down from cloud nine. She curled herself into Draco's chest, pressing little kisses wherever her lips happened to land.
"How was that, love? Satisfied?" Draco crooned. She nodded.
"That was amazing." She replied. Her body felt like warm jelly, loose and relaxed.
"Happy to help, little one." Draco chuckled.
"You just wait until I get a hold of you." Hermione muttered into his chest.
"I'm looking forward to that, love. But now is not the time. You should probably hop in the shower before Theo and Luna get here, it's nearly ten." Draco said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
"Nearly ten? How long were we- you know- doing that?" Hermione asked, looking up at him confusedly.
"About an hour, 'Mione, all told." he chuckled at her.
"Seriously?" She asked, grabbing his wrist to check watch.
"Yes, why is that so unbelieveable?" Draco asked bemusedly.
"I've never come in under an hour with another person." She admitted. Draco smirked proudly.
"Well that makes me feel really good about my abilities." he told her. "Also, has anyone ever told you that you're adorable when you can't form a proper sentence?" Hermione blushed furiously.
"Actually, no." Hermione confessed. "How?"
"It's just an incredible feeling to know that I have the power to make you forget everything except me for a little while." Draco smirked at her. She blushed harder, if possible, looking down, before pushing herself up and heading towards her bathroom.
"I'm going to go take a shower, before you find a way to make me blush even harder." She said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You may want to do something about that bulge, love." She added with a wink before disappearing into her bathroom.