Disclaimer: Many thanks to JK Rowling for her wonderful works. They are hers and hers alone. I have only borrowed her characters for a while and built my own little fantasy around them. There is no pay involved for me in doing it.

Author's Note 1 – I know this chapter is a bit short, but I hope you will still enjoy it. Thank you!

Author's Note 2 – SMUT AHEAD. SMUT AHEAD. SMUT AHEAD. You have been warned!

Chapter 16

Saturday morning arrived quickly for Hermione after an eventful week, and she found herself up at eight in the morning, making the birthday cake. As the cake baked, she hurried through her remaining packing and pulled her bags to the living room.

"Ice cake, wrap gifts, take stuffed animals for the boys, don't panic, ice cake, wrap gifts, take stuffed animals for the boys, don't panic," she chanted to herself.

No matter how much she told herself to calm down it just wasn't happening. Somehow she had allowed her mother to convince her to come over to the house after the party and stay overnight with them. They wanted to meet Draco.

She wasn't nervous about them meeting Draco, per say, but more that this was the first man she was going to introduce to them. Ever. And, they were sleeping there. Not that they would be in the same room, but it was still weird to think of having a man stay overnight at her parents' house.

On top of that Harry had called the night before and ranted about Ron and his stubbornness for almost a half hour. By the end of the call, she'd had a raging headache and had not packed as she had planned. That was why she was running late.

The timer went off to let her know the cake had cooled, just as she stepped out of the shower. She threw the towel around her body, knotted it and padded to the kitchen. She flicked her hand toward the radio to fill the apartment with music and went about pulling items out for her homemade icing. They had an hour before they were supposed to be at Ginny and Harry's, and Draco was due to arrive in only thirty minutes.

Because the music was up rather loud, she missed the chiming of her fireplace in the other room.

Draco stepped out and winced at the sudden assault to his ears after the whooshing hollowness of flooing. Then he heard Hermione's voice singing in the kitchen and smiled as he put down his overnight bag and turned toward the door. His jaw dropped as he stared at the scene before him.

Hermione had her hair piled in a messy bun on the top of her head and wore nothing but a little yellow towel. He gawked as she flicked her hips and flipped her head in time to the music, while she stirred something in a bowl. When she dipped a finger into the bowl and tasted her concoction his knees almost buckled. The sheer ecstasy on her face and the way she sucked on her finger made him grip the edge of the doorframe to stop himself from pouncing on her. He didn't know whether it was the hope that the towel would shimmy off, the prayer that she would wiggle around some more in front of him, or simply the loss of blood to the top half of his body, but it never dawned on him to announce his presence.

Hermione danced and sang along to Pour Some Sugar on Me as she finished her icing. She reached in to taste it; she still needed to cut the icing in half and color it. Just as the icing hit her tongue she thought she smelled him mixed with the scent of cake. The picture it brought forth of him licking icing off of all kinds of interesting places on her body burst through her mind and she moaned and swayed. Then her eyes popped open and met with his.

Normally, she would have jumped at seeing him standing there so quietly in the doorway, but the hungry, almost starving, look on his face stilled her. She didn't know how long he had been there, but she knew what he saw, what she must look like. And, it slowly dawned on her that he could have magicked the towel off at any time, but he hadn't. He stood still as if she had petrified him. Only his eyes, shallow breathing and white-knuckled grip on the door gave away that he was very much in control of himself, if only barely.

Then he moved.

Slowly, as if through water, he slid across the room. Neither dared breathe for fear of dashing the perfection of the moment. She watched his approach and felt her body shiver in anticipation. His eyes never wavered from hers as his hands reached for her and pulled them together. Lights exploded behind her eyes when he finally lowered his lips to her. She melted into him and returned his hungry kiss as her hands slowly slid up his sides to caress his muscled chest.

The only sounds heard were their harsh breathing as they battled for more and the pulsing beat of the music, which they barely registered.

Oh please, take me. Here. Now. Just do it. Oh please.

She whimpered as his hand found her chest through the towel and she arched into his hand. His moan was the answer as his other hand slid down the towel to cup her lovely, rounded rear and pull her more sharply against him.

The feel of her bare skin against his hand was almost his undoing. But, he knew this was not the right time or place. She wouldn't appreciate it later, when she had time to think. And, he didn't want anything to mar their first time together. But, then she moaned and shivered against him and he knew he couldn't stop completely. Not yet. He needed more. He wanted to give her more.

He ended a blazing kiss and picked her up to move her onto the counter. She leaned forward and nipped at his ear and neck as her legs wrapped around him. His hands slid from her waist down to her thighs and he rubbed them softly as he pulled back to look her in the eye. He didn't remember his shirt being undone or removed, but he hissed in a sharp breath at the feeling of her warm hands on his bare chest.

Then, keeping his eyes on hers, he raised one hand to the knot at her breast. He saw the flare of need in her eyes and her almost imperceptible nod and leaned in for another scorching kiss as he removed the towel from her. As his hands slid up her body, she shook under him and whimpered again, but she never let her eyes leave his. When he pulled back to finally see her, he noticed the blush that crept across her entire body and knew she was trying to not look embarrassed or scared.

Still the brave little Gryffindor he thought to himself. But thoughts flew from his head completely as he saw her chest, heaving slightly, so close. With a barely contained growl he finally allowed himself to taste her.

Perfection.

She gripped his head to hold him closer as sensations swept through her. Each swipe of his tongue as he swirled it over her nipple, sent a small quake through her center. His hand massaged her on one side and his mouth devoured her on the other. She couldn't think. She didn't know how she breathed. She just knew she didn't want it to stop.

The taste of her, mingled with the scent of her arousal nearly sent him over the edge. But, he battled it back to complete his task. He again met her eyes, as is asking permission, even though he had no intention of denying either of them at this point.

She watched in delirium as he slowly licked and kissed his way down her body to the juncture of her thighs. His touch feather light, he traced her folds and he saw her head fall back as her eyes closed. When he leaned forward to taste his prize he felt the jolt of pleasure shoot through her and felt her hands in his hair. But, it was the sound of his name bursting in gasps from her lips that almost finished him.

Nirvana.

"Draco…Drac..Dra…Dra…Dra…oh," she moaned above him.

With the last vestiges of his own control slipping, he applied more pressure to her sensitive nub and slid a finger in to push against the tiny ridged spot inside her.

He knew joy like he had never experienced during actual sex when she sobbed his name and her body tightened like a bow string. He continued until he had wrung the last quake from her and she collapsed back against the cabinets.

Part of him begged to plunge into her and end his own agony, but the more stubborn part, insisted he wait.

Not the right place. Not the right place. Oh shut the hell up!

Hermione finally opened her eyes and regained her ability to breathe. She saw him before her, eyes closed as if in pain, and knew he held himself back. She didn't know why, but she knew he did. And, she loved him for it.

I love him! Oh my god, I love him. Too soon. Too soon isn't it?

His breath whooshed across her still fevered body in heavy puffs and she shivered slightly. Then, with bravery she hadn't realized she possessed, but born of her newly realized love, she silently slid down to the floor and turned, swiftly switching their positions. She felt a ripple of embarrassment slide over her as she realized she stood naked before him and he still had his bottom half completely covered. Stepping closer she put one hand behind his head to pull him to her for a kiss that shot straight to her soul. It bolstered her courage when he groaned and shivered in front of her. With her other hand she undid his belt and pants to slide her hand in to reach her goal. His eyes fluttered shut and he moved involuntarily against her hand.

His head fell back and he released a groan when she slid from the base to the tip and ran her thumb over him. He was so lost in her and the pounding of the blood in his body that he barely registered the cool air caressing his body when his pants and underwear fell away. But the feeling of her hands being replaced by her tongue brought him quickly back to reality. He knew it wouldn't take much longer, and it was everything he wanted at the moment, but he still tried to stop her.

Through clenched teeth he breathed and spoke as the sensations swamped him.

"Mi, you, (lick) oh man, (swirl suck) you don't (flick and swirl) mmmm, oh gods, (suck flick) you don't have to (lick suck)…"

"Shh, let me," she whispered against him and he had no choice but to obey.

One hand gripped the edge of the counter to keep him from falling, and the other gripped her head, his hands tangling in her hair. He wanted to watch to the end, but the intensity of his feelings swamped him and he closed his eyes as he came in a rush; her name ripped from his throat.

She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. The closer he came to the edge, the more calm she felt, the more in control; the more powerful; sexier. And, she felt a rush of sensation pool in her center as he moaned her name and shook against her.

When his eyes finally opened to stare into hers, she shook with the love she saw there as she stood in front of him. Neither spoke. With a sigh he pulled her against him and held her tight, his body still quivering every few seconds.

Finally, she lifted her head from his shoulder and whispered with a smirk, "Hello, by the way."

The statement made him bark a laugh even as the feel of her warmed him again.

"Hi," he answered. "I should surprise you in the morning more often."

She giggled and reached down for her towel to cover herself as she whispered, "Scourgify."

"Too late to be shy now?!" he said with a laugh as he pulled his underwear and pants back up and he too quickly cleaned himself.

"Yeah, well," she said, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

"No," he said more sharply than he intended. When her eyes flew up to his in surprise he realized how he must have sounded and softened his next words. He couldn't bear for her to regret their actions.

"Mi, never be embarrassed with me. Please. There's no need. I know you don't realize how unbelievably sexy and beautiful you are, but I do and there's nothing you can do to change how much I want you. How I feel about you."

Her dazed smile faltered a bit when she asked, "So, why didn't you…"

He pulled her close and kissed her softly, "Because we only have about a half hour and when I take you for the first time, it's going to take a hell of a lot longer than that."

He saw her flush and her eyes darken and almost changed his mind. But, he knew the time had passed. With one last kiss he set her away from him, so that he could think more clearly.

"So," he croaked and needed to stop and clear his throat, "What's left to be done?"

She smiled and blushed a little when she answered, "Well, I need to get dressed still…"

"If you must," he interrupted with a devilish grin.

In answer she threw his shirt to him and backed out of the kitchen, "Make yourself useful while I'm gone. Split the icing in half and color it, blue and green."

When the door closed behind her, he smiled and turned to his task, his mind still replaying the past half hour.

By the time she returned, he had not only finished the icing, but the most of the cake and stood bent over, carefully swirling the last of the icing into the shape of a rattle on the top left side of the cake. She saw the elaborate decorations he had done, a full crib, baby and toys with number ones along the edge. As there was more than just blue and green, she knew he had used some magic, but he was finishing by hand.

She said the first thing that came to mind, "My, oh my, what you can do with those hands never ceases to amaze me."

He moaned at the image her words painted in his mind and turned to pull her into his arms.

They were only twenty five minutes late.

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Author's Note 3 – Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard, 1987

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