Chapter 3

Setting her once again on her feet, Draco smirked at the embarrassment that could be seen on Hermione's face.

"Tell me Granger, do you have a bathtub?"

Whatever Hermione was expecting, this question was definitely not it. She gaped at him for a moment, relaying the question in her head, and nodded, too dumbfounded for words.

"Excellent. I'll just get the water running then."

Hermione huffed. She was so used to getting her own way with men, that dealing with Draco was becoming insanely difficult. He was so easily breaking down every wall and emotion that Hermione had so long ago erected, that instead of her being the challenge for him, he was being the challenge for her.

Draco returned to the bedroom to find Hermione in the exact spot he had left her, brows furrowed, lost in her thoughts. Quietly, he removed his shoes and socks, and left them by the bedside table. Treading softly towards Hermione, he enveloped her from behind.

Hermione started at the sudden contact. She hadn't realised that she had lost herself in her thoughts so much that she hadn't heard him approach.

"Why Mr Malfoy, are you trying to be romantic?"

"A little romance never hurt. If it was unto me there would have been some wine, some dancing, maybe something slow and scintillating."

"Well lucky for me that there's nothing romantic tonight then." Freeing herself from his grasp, she turned around and began removing first her shoes, then one-by-one, the buttons on her shirt. As she progressed, Draco's eyes became darker and darker, hungrier and hungrier. Once she was completely devoid of her shirt, he offered her his hand, pulling her towards the bathroom.

"Granger, you are exquisite" he complimented.

On entering the bathroom, he turned her towards the mirror. "Look at me"

Hermione raised her eyes to his, just as he moved slightly to her right. Holding her gaze, he unbuckled his belt, removing his shirt from its confines, and gave her the same torture he received.

As each button opened, Hermione's gaze lingered over his chest, outlining every taut muscle, every hair, every scar. Her eyes too became hungrier at the sight of him. Before thinking of her next action, Hermione spun around to face him, and captured his lips with hers, hungry, desperate, inviting.

Expecting her reaction, Draco pulled her flush against him, chest touching chest, skin touching skin, creating goosebumps everywhere their hands could reach. The kiss was every emotion in one.

Hermione didn't realise when Draco had unclasped her bra, but she could feel the ascent of his hands towards her breasts. And she pulled away as a whimper escaped his lips. "I think you got a bath ready for us. Shall we use it?"

Divesting herself of her remaining garments, she got to work on his. "Impatient are we?" Draco tried and failed to sound condescending, his words coming out in a breathy tone. Hermione dropped to the floor on her knees, coming in to the line of sight of his manhood. She licked her lips, unbuttoning his trousers and undoing his zip with her teeth. Draco had to hold his breath to stop himself from cumming just at the sight of her.

Raising her hands to grasp the waistband of his trousers, she languidly pulled them down with his boxers, freeing him completely from his confines. He carefully stepped out of his garments, kicking them to some corner of the floor. He could see the uncontrolled hunger in Hermione's eyes.

Hermione licked her lips at the sight of him. In all these years, she had not seen anything so drool-worthy. Yes, she has had her fair share of the male anatomy, but this, it was begging to have a wicked way with.

Draco had always prided himself on his manliness, but seeing her expression, it seems he has not taken enough pride. Tentatively he saw she reached up to touch him, gently, as if testing him in her palm. She stroked him once, with a light touch, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

Gathering all the knowledge she needed, she gripped him with more fervour. Pumping her hand a couple of times got him gripping her hair tightly. She smirked, loving the feel of his hands on her scalp. The callous' caressing her softly. Taking her cue from this little act, Hermione wetted her lips and swiped her tongue across the head of his penis.

If Draco didn't want to make this evening last, he would cum then. It was getting more and more difficult to hold on his control when she was being so perfect. Her hand, her tongue, the feel of her enjoying him was becoming too much to take.

Without warning Hermione sheathed her teeth and took all of him in. No preamble. No hesitation. She squeezed his base just slightly to prevent a sudden burst, and Draco had to thank her sudden intuition. He had to gather every ounce of strength he had to remain upright at that moment and let her use him how she deemed fit.

Just as abruptly as she had taken him in she pulled him out, to take him in again, agonizingly slowly.

"Granger…!"

"Yes Mr Malfoy?"

"That's enough" And he bends down to grasp her arms, pulling her up with him. He takes her mouth greedily.

Immediately taking what he was waiting for, Draco wasted no time in getting Hermione into the tub. They sighed as the warm water enveloped them. Not being one to dilly-dally, Hermione expertly treads the water to saddle Draco's lap, impaling herself fully onto his length without thinking twice.

The sensation was beyond any either of them had felt before. He fit her perfectly, too perfectly to ever feel like this with anyone again.

Draco groaned, capturing the inviting skin of her neck. Hermione wasn't mentally or physically prepared for the fullness that was Draco Malfoy, it was absolutely divine, and he sucking on the skin of her neck just added immensely to the sensation.

She couldn't resist, she needed to move, to make that feeling even more exquisite. Hermione oh-so-slowly lifted her hips until he was nearly out, his tip touching her clit so enticingly, to impale once again on him with the same force as the first. Draco grasped her hips, not to control her movement, but to be able to touch her, to feel her, to make her his.

The water was splashing everywhere, and neither of them cared, too lost were they in their moment, that nothing else mattered.