I do not own Harry potter.
A/N--WARNING: DIRTY, FILTHY, RAUNCHY SEX!
I am sorry. I HAD to put it in… get that over with.
Hermione plopped on her bed, exhausted at 11:00. Today had been the dullest day of her life. All Ron would talk about was the Chudley Canons and Quddich. And for someone who does not give a damn about stats, it was very tiring.
About ten minutes in, Hermione had realized she did not love Ron like she thought. She realized she had put up with him because he was her friend. In addition, because Harry had insisted that there MUST be something there. However, there was not, and she was just figuring it out.
Hermione pulled off her shorts, and her dress, and threw them lazily on the floor. She lay on top of her bed, and absently ran her fingers over her hickey from Draco. She sighed remembering his touch, and she soon found herself longing for it.
She lifted her head and looked down at her stomach. She poked her non-existent fat, and poked her hipbones. She looked at the gap between her skin and her underwear. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander to how Draco would slip his hands through the gap and… she sighed and she could almost feel his cold hands on her stomach, sliding lower, and lower…
She opened her eyes, and saw Draco lying next to her on the bed. She grabbed his face with her hand, and bought it close to hers. She kissed him passionately on the lips and he kissed her back.
He crawled on top of her and slipped his shirt off. She put her hands on his chest and they slowly slipped around his neck. He leaned down and started to kiss her neck, most likely leaving quite a few hickeys.
"How was you're date, love?" He whispered.
"Absolutely awful." She laughed.
"Good. I'll cheer you up."
He pulled off her bra and ran his fingers up her side. He reached to just below her chest, and looked up at her.
She swallowed and spoke, breathless. "Um, what, Draco? Why are you, not, why aren't you, Draco." She whined. The last part she moaned, and Draco almost took her that moment.
"Just stalling, love." He smirked, regaining composure.
Hermione nodded.
"You see, if I stall, I will most likely calm down, and take it slow. I don't calm down once and a while, I go really fast, and that isn't any good, is it?"
Hermione swallowed as his bare skin touched hers. "No." She gasped, "No good at all."
Draco laughed and pushed himself off her, and to the side. He cupped one of her breasts and licked the other, flicking her nipple with his tongue. With the other one, he pinched, and massaged, and pulled it, and after a short while, they both became hard.
"So. How long have you been he-, um, oh. Stop, Draco. Oh, fuck. Draco."
"Mmm. You were saying?" He laughed.
Hermione smiled and looked at him. Were they falling in love again?
Draco wandered down her stomach and towards her underwear. He stuck his hand in the gap, and cupped her mound. He rubbed her clit, and she started to cum. Then he smiled, stuck three fingers in her, and curved them a bit. Hermione moaned, she had forgotten how long his fingers were.
He put his fingers in and out, making her moan and gasp with every thrust in.
Draco finally pulled his hand out her knickers, his fingers covered in cum.
She laughed and hit him in the arm when he started licking his fingers.
"Mm, yummy." He laughed.
Hermione smiled and tore her underwear off and threw it on the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Made you horny, eh?" he laughed.
"No. Yes. However, that is not why I did it. I hate wet undies."
Draco scoffed and ran his hands up and down her thighs. He got in between her legs, and spread her pussy lips.
He leaned in, and licked from bottom to top. He devoured her, savored her juices. He made sure enjoyed every moment. In addition, the sounds she made insisted that she was.
He finally came up; they were both out of breath and flushed. Draco climbed over her, and crawled up to her face.
"I'm not doing anything else." He breathed, "Because I know you wouldn't want to… at least right after we've made up, you know. I am not even sure if we are made up, so… I'm sorry if we aren't…"
Hermione about cried at how wonderful he was, but managed not to. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She pulled off his pants and tossed them on the floor. He flipped on his back, and she kneeled between his legs as she pulled his boxers down, revealing his pleasurably large genitalia.
She grabbed his dick in her hand and moved it up and down. Sometimes going slow, sometimes fast.
She leaned over and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbing up and down. She took him out, and starting licking up and down his length. Then she got bold.
She climbed over his genitals and sat on his pubic hair. She lay flat on his stomach, and her pussy became parallel with Draco's dick. She rubbed herself up and down against him; grinding, maybe. They were both moaning each other's name in ecstasy.
I was not long before Draco came, spraying cum everywhere. However, Hermione's cleaning spell dissolved it all.
She collapsed on him, and laid her head on his chest.
"I love you. I miss you. Say you will be mine again. Please." Draco begged, playing with Hermione's hair.
She smiled and hugged him. "Yes, of course I will be yours again." She climbed under the blankets, and he did the same, pulling his boxers back on.
They cuddled under the covers, and he kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, Draco." She said.
Draco chuckled, and he was soon crying he was laughing so hard.
"What is it?" she asked.
Draco wiped his eyes, and managed to stop laughing. "Poor ickle Ronnikins. He has no bloody idea. He thinks you had a splendid time, doesn't he?"
Hermione had to laugh. "Yeah, he does. It took about a half an hour to convince him not to come up here with me."
Draco grinned and kissed Hermione again. Poor Ron. Lucky me.