Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I love seeing all of your comments. I am trying to finish this story before class starts next week. Fingers crossed, I am a total procrastinator. Oh and side note, I know its Zabini. I'm an idiot and I was writing it really late. Sorry! Won't happen again… I also want to comment on the reviews that people have submitted about Draco and Hermione being OOC. This is how I see it. Seven years have passed since the battle at Hogwarts. Hermione has to take her life into her own hands and ask for what she wants. As for Draco, well, Draco has grown up. If that's OCC, I apologize. You will see Draco's bad side a little bit later. Don't worry.
Much love,
Alterego13
Draco arrived at Hermione's house promptly at seven that night. For the last two hours he had been staring at the clock, watching as the minutes ticked by. Originally he had tried to read in order to pass the time. He would read a page and then glance at the clock. Only one minute would have passed. He made some tea, looked at some mail, and cleaned his kitchen, but nothing made the time go by any faster. When nothing seemed to help he had finally decided to take a shower and get ready. Not being able to decide what to wear, he resolved to be casual. He would make it appear as though he had just gotten off work. He'd just wear his usual black silk work robe and make it seem as though deflowering virgins was a regular pastime of his. Just another day in the life of Draco Malfoy.
Draco shook his head at the thought and raised a hesitant fist to her door. Barely a second passed after he knocked, and Hermione had opened the door. Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked to himself.
"Hello, Draco." Hermione smiled and motioned for him to come in, careful to mask her nervousness. All day she hadn't been able to concentrate. The thought of sleeping with Draco had been plaguing her thoughts. She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to it. Although the thought aroused her, she still felt a tad guilty when Jake had stopped by her office. It wasn't considered cheating if she did it before their date, right? That was why she wanted to do this now, before the date. She had no intention of sleeping with Jake right away, but she wanted to be prepared when the time came.
Draco's pulled a bouquet of white roses out from behind his back. "These, are for you."
"Thank you Draco." Hermione grinned, taking the flowers. She studied him for a moment. He looked handsome, as always. His black robes contrasted his pale skin in such a delectable way, it made her want to reach out and touch him. Soon enough. She mused. Meanwhile, Hermione was in awe of his ability to remain calm. If someone had asked her for this favor she would be shocked and nervous. But Draco was always collected. It was something she greatly admired. In business he could be cut-throat and vicious but he always did it with a cool smile and soft voice.
She stared at him for what seemed like hours. Draco remained still, steadily meeting her gaze. His eyes sometimes overwhelmed her. They were as grey as storm clouds always raging with some emotion or another. Never once had she seen them look dull. She supposed it was a sign of his intelligence. Hermione suddenly realized she was ogling him and cleared her throat, embarrassed.
"Drink?"
"Please" Draco released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and held out his arm for her to lead the way.
"I only have wine. I know you're used to brandy but…"
"Wine's great." Draco took a seat at her kitchen table and tapped his fingers against the wood. He watched as Hermione put the flowers in a vase and retrieved the wine. Currently she was standing on her toes attempting to reach the wine glasses she inconveniently placed on the top shelf. She cursed herself for not thinking ahead as she continued trying to stretch herself high enough to grab them. Just when she felt the glass brush her finger she heard a voice near her ear.
"Let me help." Draco whispered huskily. He leaned over her and grabbed two glasses from the top shelf; all the while Hermione was acutely aware of how close he was. She could smell him, felt his breath against her ear and his arm brushing her shoulder. She turned around to face him as he set the two glasses down on the counter. He stared down at her, eyes blazing, a hand positioned on either side of her. There bodies were almost touching and suddenly the atmosphere had changed. She didn't want wine, she didn't want to make small talk. She wanted him.
Her chest heaved in anticipation as Draco ran a hand over each of her shoulders and arms. He said nothing but continued to touch her. His hand moved over back and finally brushed a thumb across her lips. It had to have been one of the most intense and arousing moments in her life. Just when the anticipation threatened to overwhelm her, Draco took her face in both his hands and leaned toward her. She shivered when his lips first touched hers. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, to bring him closer. His thumb stroked her face while the other tangled itself in her hair. Hermione wanted more. She opened her mouth in order to allow his tongue in. He slipped it inside, letting it dance with Hermione's. She had never been kissed like this. Kissing Draco was like nothing she had felt before, a slow burn of passion. It sent her mind running for the hills and her heart fluttering.
They stood kissing for what felt like hours, but neither cared. Hermione pressed herself tighter to Draco, causing him to groan. His hand left her face and traveled the length of her body, grabbing her hips and pressing her closer. He wanted her so bad it hurt. His hands slipped inside the back of her blouse feeling her silky skin under the pads of his finger. He wouldn't allow his lips to leave hers, he was utterly intoxicated. The soft pillows of flesh that slid across his tasted better than he had ever fantasized. If he never stopped kissing her for the rest of his life, he'd be happy. He could go without food, without water. He now understood the real meaning of starvation: never kissing Hermione again.
Hermione wasn't sure how they made it to the bedroom. She must have been going crazy but the next thing she knew she was pressed to her bed with Draco on top of her. She wanted to get rid of these damn clothes. She needed to feel skin against skin. Draco seemed to read her mind. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and kissed ever inch of skin that exposed itself. Only then did his mouth leave hers. Hermione felt like she was being worshipped. She leaned off the bed to allow Draco to slide the blouse off her shoulders. He unclasped her bra as well, leaving her breasts exposed. Hermione blushed as he looked down at her. She tried to cover herself at first but he gently pushed her arm away.
"Stop that." He said softly and looked up at her face. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her face red with embarrassment, and her hair strewn across her pillow. "You are exquisite." He murmured and leaned in to capture her lips once again, stifling her embarrassment. He moved his hand to caress her breast. He thumb stroked a hard peak and Hermione pressed against him and moaned. Draco moved his lips to her throat and down her shoulder and chest until he reached her other nipple. Teasingly, he licked the area around it, arousing a sigh from Hermione, before he captured it completely. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip, concentrating on the pleasure he was eliciting. Draco wanted to tell her that this was only the beginning.
His mouth left her breast; an action that received a frown from Hermione. He chuckled softly and continued to move his lips down her stomach and finally to the waistline of her skirt. As he kissed her just above the fabric, he looked up at her, silently asking for permission. All the while, one hand slid up the side of her leg and the other slipped slightly inside the back of her skirt. Hermione was no match for his teasing and writhed underneath his touch. Draco considered that permission enough. Slowly he got to his knees and tugged her skirt off but left her panties on. He slowly kissed up her thighs before reaching her center. He could smell her arousal. God, he had wanted this for so long. He could feel his cock straining against his boxers and he was starting to sweat with all his clothes still on. He ran a hand over the cloth that covered the place he most wanted to be. Hermione pressed her hips against his palm.
Hermione could barely breathe. All of her plans had flown away the second Draco had kissed her. She was going to set ground rules but she couldn't bring herself to do it now. With every touch she became more curious. For once, she didn't want to think, she just wanted to go with it.
"Please, Draco." She whimpered looking at him, straight in his eyes. Draco groaned and sat up again. He slowly removed her last article of clothing and tore off his robes, leaving him in only his boxers. He crushed his lips to hers again and stroked the inside of her legs. Hermione flushed at the feeling of his chest pressed against her breasts and his erection pressed against her thigh. It was wonderful to feel his hand stroking her, but she wasn't prepared for the feel of him touching her most sensitive area. She was coming unraveled. He held her close as he pressed two fingers inside her causing her to cry out. He opened his eyes to check to make sure he hadn't hurt her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes clouded with lust as he thrust his finger in again. He couldn't wait to make love to her, she was wet and ready but he had to remind himself to be patient. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her, kissing her all over. He pressed his thumb to her clit, causing Hermione to arch off the bed even further.
"Oh God," she sobbed. Draco panted as he realized she was about to come. He pressed his lips to hers as he felt her tighten around his fingers. He had to be dreaming. There was no possible way that this is reality, he thought.
"More." Hermione tugged his hair and whispered in his ear. "I need you. Please make love to me, Draco. Please." It was hard to turn her down, but he did.
"Not yet." Hermione looked at him confused.
"There's one more thing I want to do." He leisurely kissed his way down her body until he reached the apex between her thighs. Slowly he lowered his mouth to the sensitive bundle of nerves amid her legs. His tongue stroked her folds as he inhaled deeply. She smelled fantastic.
Hermione wasn't sure how much more she could take of this slow torture when she started to feel her orgasm building again. She was embarrassed at how much he aroused her. Of course, if she were being honest, he always had. What, with his easy smile and slow, graceful movements. He was unlike any man she had ever known and was likely to ever meet. She tugged on his hair encouraging him to continue with this unbelievable torture. She had always known he had a wicked tongue but she had severely underestimated him.
Hermione's breathing was getting shallower as her peak came closer and closer. She was squirming beneath his hands as his tongue continued to touch her in the most intimate way. She screamed in ecstasy as he brought her to her second orgasm of the night. Draco continued to kiss her, drawing it out as long as possible. As far as he was concerned, this was her first time and it was going to be memorable. Hermione tugged on his hair and pulled him up to kiss her again. Her hands stroked along his back as he grabbed her sides and pressed her against him. She lifted her hips to meet his and she could feel his arousal pressing against her through his boxers. It amazed her that Draco wanted her as much as she did him. She slid her hands to the base of his boxers and started to tug them down.
"I can't believe I'm asking this but I have to know if you're sure about this." Draco questioned, summoning the last bit of chivalry he had. He was divested of his clothing and wanted nothing more that to repeatedly pound into her.
"I don't think I've ever wanted anything more." Draco groaned at her words and she was shaking when Draco gently brushed his lips against hers. He wouldn't ask again and he hoped she knew that. He reached down and slowly guided himself inside her. It was heaven. He thrust into her gently causing Hermione to wince in pain. God, please don't let her ask me to stop. I don't know if I'm strong enough. Draco prayed silently as he waited patiently for her consent to continue.
"Are you alright." He choked out after a moment. Hermione didn't respond she just pushed herself against him. Draco groaned as he slid out of her and thrust himself in again. She was so unbelievably tight around him, that he thought he was going to lose it.
"Oh my God, Hermione." I love you, he was tempted to add. He held himself steadily above her leaning on his elbows for support. As he continued to plunge into her he was started to fade into blackness. He was consumed with all of her. Her hot breath against his neck, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips, the velvety softness of her skin tickling his, all drove him mad. He could hear her moans, smell sex on her skin, taste sweat. Before he knew it he was thrusting with wild abandon. He became an animal, wanting to consume every last detail of this moment. He couldn't stop himself.
Hermione clung to him as he ravished her. She had never felt anything so fantastic. Draco seemed to be more in tune with her body than she was. So, she wasn't surprised when yet again, she felt a familiar heat starting to build inside her. This was absurd, ridiculous even. How was it possible for one man to do this to her? This was the stuff of smut books, of pornography, but nothing about it felt dirty to her. It was perfect.
When Draco felt Hermione clenching around him once more he came undone. He couldn't stave off his orgasm. He wrapped an arm around her, clasping her close, and continued to thrust desperately until he heard her cry out.
"Draco." Hermione moaned as she reached her climax. Hearing her name upon his lips, made him come immediately. How many times had he imagined this moment? He closed his eyes tightly and groaned through clenched teeth. The moment was so pleasurable he was almost in pain. He pressed his forehead to hers, their heavy breaths mingling together. Then, she said something that surprised him as much as it elated him.
"I'm so glad it was you."