It was finally the weekend, thank the heavens for that, which meant Hermione got to spend time in what was quickly becoming her most favorite place in all of Hogwarts. Draco wasn't in his room yet, he had Quidditch practice or something, so Hermione decided to indulge in his private shower. She didn't think he realized how much of a privilege this was. But, she supposed, when you're a Malfoy, things like these are probably the norm.
She let the warm water relax her, washing away all the annoying things that had happened this week. Particularly with Ron and Harry. She groaned to herself, running her hands through her wet hair, rinsing out the soap, pushing those thoughts aside. Right now, all she had to focus on was the relaxing pulse of the water. As she began to wash her body, she started to hum absent-mindedly, and eventually belted out real lyrics. Scrubbing her arms, she even began to dance a little, swaying her hips.
"You got a nice voice, Bambi."
She screamed, before she poked her head out, clinging to the shower curtain. "What are you doing here?!"
His arms were crossed as he leaned against the sink, the top buttons of his shirt undone, "It's my room, isn't it?"
She blushed at that, and ducked back into the shower, "I'll be out in a bit." She called.
She turned to face the stream of water, letting it fall on her face, to rinse off her body. Part of her started to get really anxious. She wanted to hurry up and get out of the shower, so that he could take his, and then they could curl up in bed together. Among other things…but she really was looking forward to just cuddling. It was something new, for them, and being wrapped up in his scent was nothing short of completely wonderful.
She was drowning in this half-daydream when her body was yanked from behind. She extended her arms out instinctively, trying to grab hold of something. She immediately stopped, though, when she felt the burning heat on the lower curve of her back. Draco chuckled in her ear, before lowering his lips to her shoulder, nibbling playfully. "You're kinda slippery," he told her, running his hands over her stomach. The touch made her shiver.
"D-Draco-"
He pressed her harder against him, and an involuntary moan erupted from Hermione.
"Fuck I love that sound."
She laughed, "God you're such a perv. Let me go."
He moved her hair out of the way, and suckled her neck. "No."
"Draco…" she whined.
"Hey, how'd you use up all the hot water already?"
She craned her neck so that she could shoot him a look of confusion. "It's warm!"
His eyes widened, "You shower in this?" Without waiting to hear her reply, he reached for the handle, turning up the heat. "This is warm." He explained.
Hermione yelped, "It's burning!"
"It is not!"
"It is too!"
He laughed. "You're just sensitive."
She lowered her gaze; she couldn't exactly argue with that. He simply dipped his head so that he could smash his lips into hers, her slick body moistening his. He groaned against her, "Fuck you're so hot." She tried to push him away, but he held her tight, even if the water made her soft skin slippery.
Hermione's heart was pounding loud and fast, with his heat pulsing against her lower stomach. He crouched a bit, positioning himself so that his length slid between her thighs, the water making their skin slick and smooth.
"You should know by now what's going to happen, Granger."
She shot him a doubtful look, "And if I refuse?"
He got the kind of smirk on his face that both excited and scared her, "Then it means more fun for me."
"D-Draco-"
He picked her up before she had a chance to protest any more, and crouched once again so that he'd have better leverage. He wasn't, however, counting on how awkward this position would be. Especially with the slippery floor beneath him. It didn't help that the damn woman was doing absolutely nothing to facilitate it for him. She was basically dead weight. So when he tried to get a better grip, he was met with nothing but her laughter. He growled, pressing her up against the wall for better leverage. She screamed, the frigid tiles on her bare back causing goosebumps to spread all over her body.
"Draco stop! It's freezing!" she trembled in his hold.
"Deal with it."
"Draco! Put me down, damnit."
With an annoyed groan, he put her back down on the ground, her feet making a small splash on the shower floor. He did it so fast though, that she nearly slipped. She yelped, and he held on to her so that she didn't fall.
So maybe shower sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
"How the hell do people do this?" she voiced out loud.
Draco shrugged, "Maybe they're just more flexible than you. And less whiney."
"Whiney?"
He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. Her face was turning red. He nearly chuckled. She really made it all too easy for him, the witch. It took practically nothing to rile her up.
She stepped closer to him, the water hitting her back, "Draco," she purred, her fingers dancing up his chest, "Do you really think I'm whiney?" She batted her lashes at him, which were thick and glossed from the steam. Goddamn he was hard.
"Oh yeah. Whiney as hell, Bambi. Couldn't even handle that small bit of cold."
"But it was cold…" she pouted playfully, her fingers still trailing along his skin.
"I would've warmed you up…" his voice trailed off, noticeably thick. It was hard to make out proper words all of a sudden. Why was she still pouting? Her lips looked deliciously swollen like that…
"Fuck."
He turned off the water, and quickly got out of the shower, not even bothering with a towel. Hermione shot him a confused look, before he pulled her with him, slamming her up against the bathroom door, claiming her lips against his own. He sucked and nibbled, grinding his hips against hers, their bodies shivering and yet flush with heat. When he pulled away he noticed her lips were red and throbbing, her mouth slightly open and her eyes glazed over. He loved that face.
"Draco," she scratched his chest, "Please."
He suckled her neck, his hands showing her no mercy as they raked across her sensitive skin, "Please what, Bambi?"
"I'm so wet…" she trembled.
He chuckled lowly, "So am I. We just showered and all-"
She cut him off, biting his bottom lip, sucking and moaning desperately. It was making his own patience wear thin. Fuck it. They didn't need a bed.
He wrapped his arm around her torso and yanked her away from the door, pushing her face first into the sink.
"Dra-"
"Hold on." Without another word he positioned himself at her entrance, and pushed himself in. But fuck she was tight. He couldn't slide in as easily as he normally did. Hermione mewled, her legs shaking.
"Bambi," he groaned, right in her ear, "Fuck, stop squeezing, I can't-"
"S-Sorry," her words trembled with her legs, her head tossed back to meet him, "You feel….ahh…Draco-o-o-"
"Fuck that's not even all the way."
She clenched the sink with what little strength she had in her arms, her knuckled going ghost white. "Draco, please!"
With a low grunt he forced his way in, reveling in the slapping sound as skin met skin. He exhaled sharply, doubling over to take hold of the sink for himself. There definitely was not enough blood going to his head. "Hermione. Seriously. Fuck."
She moved on her own, the wanton little thing, her small hips moving away from his and then meeting again. He had to hold it together. If she kept squeezing him like that then he'd cum before her. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let that happen. The fuck was she doing? Wasn't she the one saying no in the first place?
He stood up straight, officially pissed off, and grabbed her hips to stop her movements. She let out a whine. He pulled out as far as he could go, leaving in only the tip, and then rammed his entire cock as far into her as he could go. She let out a shrill screech, nearly falling head-first into the sink, her entire body shaking.
"Didn't I tell you to stop squeezing? Fuck!" he continued his rough thrusts, resulting in the same high-pitched screams from Hermione.
"I can't help it," her voice bounced with his thrusts, and, Draco noticed, her breasts did as well, "You're p-puls-sing…"
He stopped his movements, his eyes widening. "You can feel that?"
She bit her lip, turning her head so that she could look at him, and nodded. "Mhm." She affirmed sheepishly.
Draco grinned wickedly. "Someone's sensitive today."
"Just keep going." She huffed.
He chuckled, "Ok, ok," he wrapped his arms around her stomach, pressing his chest against her back as he resumed his pace. His mouth found one of his favorite spots, just between her shoulder and neck, and began to kiss and suckle. Her scent was overwhelming today. He could very well drown in it. Maybe it was because of the shower? Maybe the heat and steam intensified it, he didn't know. But even if he was drowning, he was doing it willingly.
A small 'ah' peeped out of his doe, before she clenched her small hands around his; his, which, were still wrapped around her smooth tummy. Her nails dug into his knuckles, but he didn't mind at all, and instead, picked up his rhythm just a tad. He smiled against her skin as he felt the familiar shaking.
Her legs are gonna give soon, he thought. So he held her just a little tighter, and lightly nibbled her shoulder, to heighten her pleasure. With a few more thrusts, and a strangled gasp, Hermione broke, releasing her hold of his hands, her legs shaking violently before going completely limp, heavy pants the only thing she could muster as the pleasure dolled her face: her eyes fluttering, her mouth slightly agape, beads of sweat and the now-cold-water from her wet hair dripping down her back.
"Turn around."
"Huh-"
Before she was able to come to her senses, Draco pulled out, and flipped her around, so that they were now face to face. Still drunk on pleasure, Hermione was too dazed to realize what he was doing. With strong arms he picked her up, sitting her down on the sink, and quickly pushed into her once more, pumping violently. With each thrust Hermione released a sharp ah! and she had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling, her body was jerking so intensely.
"I can't," he grunted, "hold it."
"Don't," she whimpered.
He buried himself in her; drowned in her; biting her neck before his eyes rolled back and he released his pent up pleasure. He inhaled deeply, his teeth still latched onto her skin, Hermione joining him in his ragged breaths.
"Fuck that was delicious."
She giggled, her face now red for a variety of reasons, as she nodded happily, her arms still around his neck. He pecked her lips sweetly, "I think you're gonna need another shower."
…
Once they were curled up in bed, all comfy and cozy, Hermione stared at her boyfriend, her fingers aimlessly brushing through his hair.
"You gonna keep doing that?"
"It's soft." She argued.
He yawned, "It makes me sleepy."
She smiled, her eyes crinkling around the edges, "That's cute."
He grumbled.
She continued to smile as she pulled her hand away and sighed. She made herself comfortable, tightening her hold on the bedsheets, and squirmed a bit to find the softest spot on her pillow, "Goodnight, Draco."
All her adjustments were in vain, however, because with one arm Draco grabbed her torso, and pulled her to him, spooning her. She scoffed, "You're so clingy."
"Shut up woman."
She giggled. It was almost as though she hadn't felt this happy in a really long time. She wanted to stay like this, by Draco's side. If only everyone else would simply leave them alone. Then maybe they could be happy like this all the time.
"You're really lucky, you know."
"How do you figure?" he murmured sleepily.
"No one's giving you any crap over us. Meanwhile every day for me is like trench warfare."
"You're kidding me right? I'm getting a bunch of shit over this."
She blinked, not fully believing him, so instead she just squeezed his arm. "Well, you just never seem bothered by any of it…"
"Because I'm not whiney."
She could almost hear his smirk. Still, Hermione was stubborn. "But I don't think it's the same. All of my friends-"
"You seriously wanna make a competition out of this Granger? You're not the only one getting their ass chewed out ok? You're a bloody Gryffindor for godsakes. Not to mention…" his voice trailed off.
"What?" She already knew what he was going to say.
"Potter's friend." He said quickly.
She stayed quiet for a bit, "That's not what you were going to say."
He groaned, shifting in bed. "Muggle born."
She inhaled softly, quietly. She looked down at his large hand which he held in her small one. Hers looked particularly small in comparison. "It bothers you," she said finally, just barely above a whisper, "Doesn't it?"
She heard him take a deep inhale, before tugging her in closer and burying his face in her hair. "I'm not having this conversation right now. Go to sleep."
"No, Draco," she squirmed out of his grasp, turning so that she could face him. Though it was dark in the room, his grey eyes stood out to her, clear as day, "I want to know."
"Go to sleep Hermione." He murmured, closing his eyes.
"Please tell me."
He groaned, opening his eyes lazily. "Well it's not ideal, is it? I can't exactly stroll up and introduce you to my parents without a care in the world."
Hermione stayed quiet for a long time. Part of her wanted to be upset, but she couldn't help the giddy feeling that caught her throat at his mention of wanting to introduce her to his parents. That was a big step for any couple, wasn't it? Unless he didn't mean it that way. He probably didn't. It was just an example he'd thrown out there. This was Draco, after all.
He sighed, pulling her from her thoughts, "Come on Bambi. You drove me into a corner with that one."
"I know." She lowered her gaze.
"Seriously. Stop. You're being all mopey."
"I am not!" she quickly rebutted.
"You are."
"I'm not."
He grabbed her again, his fingers finding their way under her shirt to touch a particular sensitive piece of skin.
"Stop!" she tried to wriggle free, but it was no use, she was already bursting into separate rounds of laughter, though she tried her hardest to keep them contained, "Draco! Draco you know I'm tickl-ah!" She continued to squirm, and he continued to tickle, until she kicked him reflexively.
Immediately, they both stopped, Hermione's eyes wide as her hand went to cover her mouth. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry-"
"Oh you're gonna get it now. That's abuse, you know."
"Draco," she held up her hands defensively, trying to inch away, "We should get some sleep. It's already so late-"
"Don't pull that shit, Bambi. You kicked me. A man's gotta get proper revenge."
"Draco!" she squealed as he pulled her to him, hovering over her and attacking her stomach pitilessly, "Draco! NO!"
Bubbly giggles erupted from Hermione, filling the room with her torturously happy echoes. Even in the dark, Draco could see her twisted smile, her eyes shut tight, silently praying for mercy. He let out his own laugh, stealing a few kisses between his moments of carefree punishment. In all honesty Draco liked nights like these. And seeing Hermione laugh…well. That was just icing on the cake.
A/N: Happy update day ^^ Don't forget to review!
Goose: I'll be the first to admit I'm a fangirl :D the apology refers to a scene in 'A Sip of Tea' Maybe that clears it up?
