Chapter Eight

Draco practically kicked his bedroom door open as he entered. His hands were encircling Hermione's buttocks as he kicked the door closed. He gently placed her on his bed and continued kissing her.

Hermione's head was spinning. She knew what would happen if she kept kissing Draco.

He would take her clothes off, caress her, and finally, take her virginity.

She wanted it, there was no denying it. But she wasn't stupid. The question of Draco's sincerity was roaming her mind. One passionate moment upstairs wasn't going to erase the way he treated her. She needed to know whether he was really sorry, and to be honest, she wanted him to love her.

No, she needed him to love her in order for her to give herself completely to him.

She bit gently his lower lip and heard a moan escaping his lips. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, grabbed tight, and turned him over so that she was on top of him. Draco was taken by surprise, but pleased nonetheless. She undid his shirt, removed it, and stayed still for a moment to admire his perfectly toned chest. She trailed a finger up and down his abs and lowered herself to kiss slowly his entire chest. Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt Hermione's lips exploring his body. She made her way upwards and kissed his neck, chin, cheeks, eyelids, nose, and lips.

His tongue slowly roamed her mouth once more as he undid her top. His hands cupped her breasts once again and he squeezed. Hermione shivered and deepened the kiss. His fingers rubbed her nipples and would occasionally grab and press them. Hermione's moans grew louder, but she had to check herself before she lost control. She undid his belt and his pants. She began to pull them down, but it was difficult since her legs were on his sides. Draco reluctantly stopped kissing her in order to get his pants off faster. He moved her aside and took them off, taking his boxers off with them. Then Hermione saw a completely naked man for the first time in her life.

And he was perfect.

His dick was already erect and Hermione couldn't tear her eyes away from it. She almost stopped breathing when she saw how it grew at least another impossible inch. She doesn't have another one to compare it with, but Draco's penis looked like it was the perfect length and width for her. She pictured his dick entering her and she felt her wetness increasing. Draco wouldn't openly admit it, but he was extremely nervous.

He didn't know whether Hermione's astonished look was from approval or disappointment. He mentally kicked himself.

He had always been confident about himself, especially about every part of his body. He had never been given a reason to doubt his potential. And here he had an inexperienced, virgin beauty that was making him doubt his abilities and attributes.

Hermione forced herself to look away and told Draco with her eyes that she liked what she saw.

Draco's doubts went away and he pulled her to him.

His hand rested on her stomach and lowered itself to undo the rest of her clothing. She gently pushed his hands aside and stood. She slowly lowered her clothing until she was as naked as he. Draco forgot to breathe as he stared at her. He couldn't wait to completely roam every inch of her with his hands and with his lips.

Hermione forced any embarrassment away and sat seductively on the bed.

She got close to him and pushed him back so that he was lying down. She stared at his dick and lowered her head. Draco's eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing and for a second he thought he might've been hallucinating. Her lips sweetly kissed the side of his penis and her tongue darted out and slowly encircled it.

Draco closed his eyes and held himself back; he felt like he was ready to come. This was not how he wanted to and definitely not so soon.

Hermione's mouth explored every inch of him and her mouth was ready to close over his head and suck him in.

Now.

She abruptly stopped and sat up. Draco opened his eyes and gave her a confused and pained look. She stood up and started dressing.

Draco shot up "What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

Hermione calmly redid her top "You know what? I'm tired and even though you were "ok" back there in the hallway, I'm not in the mood so much." She was trembling, but forced herself to look still.

Draco's mouth hung open and he was completely thrown back by her reply.

Tired? Not in the mood? That he was "ok"!?

Draco was murderous for a second but thought better about replying to her. Hermione forced herself to look into his eyes and her insides cringed.

His look was deadly. But she knew she had to do it. She wanted him to prove to her that it wasn't just about the sex and about the lust. He needed to care beyond that.

"So, I'll see you in the morning"

She though about giving him a goodnight kiss, but he probably would've jumped and bitten her. She gave him a smile, and was taken aback when he returned it.

She exited the room and was finally able to breathe again.

Draco was already scheming in his head. Nobody makes a fool out of him like that. He'd never been so humiliated in his life. She said that he was "ok". What the fuck did "ok" mean?! He was going to prove her wrong. Oh, he was going to make her scream his name once he was through with her. Then she would know who she was messing with.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! But I'm letting you guys know that I'm not giving up and now that Xmas coming up, I'll have more time to write. Please review and thanks.