"Please tell me you have something more...interesting...than this," Ginny exhorted, holding up the nightgown Hermione had intended to bring with her to London. It was a decision Hermione had stressed over for days before settling on a light blue, v-neck, tank-gown that just grazed her mid-thighs.
"What's wrong with it?" she asked, slightly offended at her friend's scolding.
"What wrong with it?!" Ginny repeated, incredulously. "What's wrong with it?...What's wrong with it, is that this is going to be your first time making love to Draco Malfoy... to anyone for that matter, and you're planning to wear something I've literally seen tucked into the back of my mum's panty drawer!"
Hermione flushed. She had thought the nightie was just the right mix of comfort and sex appeal, but obviously she had erred too far on the side of comfort if it was something being worn also by Mrs. Weasley. She tilted her head, annoyed yet desperate, "Then what do you suggest?" She deferred to her more experienced, not to mention uninhibited friend.
"Well, it's too late to buy something else since you're leaving tomorrow immediately after lessons, but..." Ginny pulled out her wand, "I think if we just," she flicked her wrist softly, "make a few minor adjustments." The nightgown twisted violently, "It could work."
Scraps of satin floated to the floor like autumn leaves. Hermione was beginning to wonder if Ginny was planning to leave any fabric at all when the red-head gave one last swish of her wand, turning the light blue into a deep teal. What floated between the two women was now a strapless, form-fitting, satin bustier with black lace around the edges and black satin bloomers.
Ginny admired her handiwork proudly while Hermione eyed it in shock. "I can't wear that." She argued.
"Of course you can!" Ginny retorted. "You can and you will." Seeing the panic-stricken look on her best friend's face, Ginny softened her delivery. "Trust me, it seems daunting right now, but you'll thank me. You'll see, once you put this on, you'll feel like you can conquer the world. It's empowering to be sexy. Plus," Ginny raised her eyebrow mischievously, "It's going to drive Draco wild, and isn't that the point?"
The walk to Hogsmeade felt intolerably long. Draco and Hermione walked in silence, both of them filled with too much nervous energy to make conversation. Instead, they continued to steal sideways glances at one another, giddy grins etched on their faces. As soon as they crossed the boundary, beyond which apparation was allowed, Draco grabbed Hermione by the wrist and spun her off into thin air. The landed inside a penthouse flat in central London. The entire wall in front of them was made of windows, the River Thames below, reflected moonlight up at them. Hermione marveled at the view while Draco marveled at her, and although he had fully intended to let her set the pace for the weekend, his love for her and the years of waiting overwhelmed him. His lips were pressed to hers before he could stop himself.
At first, she was caught off guard, but once his tongue hit her lips, she instinctively responded by allowing it passed and sliding hers up to meet it. The thud of her bag hitting the floor echoed through the empty apartment as she dropped it to wrap her arms around his neck. She felt his hardened shaft pressing into her and wetness exploded between her legs.
Suddenly, Hermione pushed him away. "Bedroom?" She asked breathlessly.
He said nothing, but swept her into his arms effortlessly. His lips reclaiming hers as he made his way through the living room to the staircase, which he ascended quickly. He pushed his bedroom door open with his foot, not allowing his lips to leave hers until he was standing just inches from his bed.
He set her down gently next to him, and pulled the bed sheets back, looking over his shoulder at her, his expression asking if she was sure she was ready. She answered by slipping out of her shoes and un-tucking her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly as she closed the short distance between them. He swallowed hard, using every ounce of self-control he possessed not to rip every piece of clothing from her body. She grasped the sides of his shirt and with just a couple gentle tugs, it was free from the confines of his trousers. She looked up at him seductively as her delicate hands unlatched his belt and slid down his zipper, brushing against his throbbing manhood.
His trousers fell to the floor and she pushed him down onto the bed. He was not contained by his thin cotton boxer shorts and her breath caught at the sight of his excitement. He watched her approach hungrily and whimpered with pleasure as her fingers explored his exposed dick. She giggled at his involuntary moaning, "It seems you like this." She teased, rotating her hand so she was now grasping his shaft with her fingers and running her thumb over the now-spitting tip.
He could form no words, but locked eyes with her causing her to go weak in the knees. Passion radiated from every fiber of his being. She got the feeling that if she didn't stop playing with him, she'd send him over the edge, so she reluctantly released him, moving her hands instead to the buttons on his shirt. She straddled him, taking her time undoing each button, maintaining eye contact as she worked her way up his body. His hands roamed her body, sliding her blouse off her shoulders, exposing a navy lace bra which he expertly unhooked.
She sat up, allowing the bra to fall down her arms. Her flawless breasts shone temptingly in the moonlight and he could no longer hold back. He rolled them, his mouth engulfing her nipple before her back even hit the sheets. "Yessssss!" She purred, prompting him to suck harder. He grasped the other breast and rotated the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "More," she begged. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and she arched her back convulsively.
He trailed wet kisses up her neck until he reached her lips. He met her gaze and saw the desire he felt reflected in her eyes. "I love you, Hermione." He breathed, his chest heaving.
"And I love you, Draco." She responded equally breathlessly. Her hands slid inside his shirt and pushed it off his arms, then traced every muscle of his chest and back. "Make love to me." She paused a moment before adding, "Let me feel how much you love me."
Draco didn't need to be told twice. He placed one gentle kiss on her lips before sliding off the bed to remove his boxers. He quickly undid Hermione's pants and slid his hands under her to remove them. Once her legs were free, they fell open fully exposing her to him. His member throbbed at the sight, longing to be inside her.
She scooted farther onto the bed so her legs were not hanging over the edge and beckoned for him to join her. He happily obliged. "Draco," She cooed.
"Yes?" He answered, hoping she wasn't about to change her mind.
"Be gentle." She looked away nervously. "I've heard... I mean, Ginny told me..." She turned back and was met with his compassionate gaze. "I've heard the first time hurts."
"Of course. Just stop me if you experience any pain." He assured her as his manhood gently rubbed against her warmth. He pressed in slightly and her body unwittingly tensed. He pulled back, careful to maintain eye contact.
"Again." She encouraged, and he pressed into her once more, entering a fraction more than before. She squeezed her legs together, stopping his progress. He did not pull out this time, but leaned down to kiss her. He could feel her over-thinking the situation, so he surprised her by biting her lip. Her surprise allowed just enough relaxation for him slide fully into her. Her eyes popped open as she felt him fill her. He rotated his hips side to side, encouraging her pussy to remain relaxed. The shock faded into bliss as she realized he was completely inside her. Draco Malfoy, the man she loved, had his cock inside her.
She shifted her pelvis back ever so slightly, then thrust it forward. She felt him rub against her sweet spot and smiled. He took that as an invitation to work it a little more. He backed out slowly, enjoying the feeling of her lips stroking every inch of him. He sunk back in and she wrapped her arms around him, trapping him to her. He kissed her passionately. They began to move together. Rocking in steady rhythm, him nearly exiting her with every pull only to be consumed once again with every push. He felt his cum building and tried to lock eye with her, but her head was thrown back in ecstasy and he knew she was ready as well. He thrust faster, pulsing to the beat of his heart, her hips barely able to keep up.
"YYEESS! Good Lord, YES!" Hermione's euphoric scream rang through the flat, echoed by Draco's rapturous growl. Their climaxes, perfectly in sync.
He collapsed onto her. His dick still throbbing inside her, but no longer full. He weakly kissed her neck, all of his energy drained. "I. Love. You." He puffed as he slid out of her, causing her to giggle unexpectedly. He raised his head to look her in the eye. "What was that for?"
She blushed, "It tickled."
"What tickled?" He asked.
"You...pulling out." She answered.
"Well, isn't that something." He chuckled, sinking back into the bed beside her.
