CHAPTER THREE: Much More Than A Few Kisses

Sunday, December 17th, 2006

Madam Pomfrey's note informed Hermione that Melly was being kept over in the medical unit that day as an extra precaution. The girl's fall wasn't too serious, but the medi-witch felt it required a little extra monitoring; she was predicted to be back in classes on the morrow.

Relieved, Hermione sent the note on to Malfoy to keep him in the loop (and so he could inform Mr. Pritchard of the girl's status). At the top, she crossed off her name, wrote in, "Professor Malfoy" instead and made a small notation at the bottom:

Good news!
Please let Brad know.
~ Professor Granger

Folding the paper airplane back up, she charmed it to find Draco and sent it on its way down the hall from her office, then returned to her desk and continued grading papers.

She'd purposefully held her mid-term examinations this last week as the students were leaving for the Yule Break in six days, and she had wanted their full attention to be on the material she was teaching, rather than their daydreaming about where they were going over the holiday, or on their suppositions of the gifts they would receive for Christmas, or on the substance of their other classes (all of whom were testing this up-coming week). Besides, she knew how student study behavior often was; cramming and the pressure of eleventh-hour revision wasn't good for anyone's health, and it was a well-established fact that subjects learned under such an exercise would have only a twenty-five to thirty percent rate of retention. Competing against Charms, Potions, History of Magic, and the others for such limited space in the brains of hormonal pre-pubes and teenagers often ended in disappointing "T" letter grades… which reflected poorly on her as well. By testing early, she was finding more "A's" this time around.

So engrossed was she in her work, the she didn't hear Malfoy enter her office and approach until he bent his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Boo!"

Dropping her quill, she lurched to her feet and spun about, wand in hand. Seeing her antagonizer standing inches away, an amused smirk upon those handsome features… "Idiot," she growled. "I had a nasty hex on the tip of my tongue just then. I should have used it."

He stepped forward once; she stepped back.

Like a bad case of déjà vu, green leafy sprigs appeared above his blond head. "Son of a bitch," she howled, pointing at it. "It is you!"

Draco looked up with some surprise. "Funny, this is the first time it's appeared since the last time we were under it." He glanced at her rather lasciviously. "I think it's you."

"What?" Her eyes practically bulged from her head in incredulity. "Are you mad? What possible reason would I have for wanting to snog you?"

He raised one perfectly-arched eyebrow in challenge, grabbed her around the waist and proceeded to show her by slanting his mouth down over hers rather intensely.

Oh, yeah. That's right. This was the reason.

Hells bells.

"Marrfooyy," she mumbled around his deliciously thrusting tongue, pushing him away. Putting a hand against his jaw, she managed to pry him off of her. "Down, boy!"

He looked somewhat annoyed with her at the canine training reference.

"Look, this is insane," she tried for rationality, keeping her hands firmly planted on his chest so he would keep his distance. "We can't keep doing this."

He laughed and pointed to the irritating, parasitic plant creeping down from the ceiling. "I beg to differ, Granger. Unless you can find a way out of this predicament, we're stuck locking lips every time. Besides," he countered, leaning over her with purposeful intent, forcing her spine to bend back as she was trapped between him and the desk behind. "I fail to see why you believe it's wrong to do this."

Unable to balance properly any longer due to the extreme angle, her hands were forced to leave-off their guard duty and instead support her weight on her palms against the desk. Malfoy's head tilted and his mouth slid along the side of her jaw to her ear. "You're bloody hot, Granger," he murmured low in that smooth, velvety voice that made her insides quiver. "I want to fuck you so badly that I'm seeing double most days. And I know you feel the same about me." His lips teased her pulse. "So, quit fighting it, sweetness. Just enjoy it."

Merlin, she wanted to. She really, really did.

"I don't do casual sex," she stubbornly held ground.

His dark, sinful chuckle against her pulse made her positively, wantonly damp between her legs. "There has never been anything casual between us, Hermione. Not ever." His hot mouth trailed over her skin with expert knowledge, and the bite of his fingers on her hips, holding her still, became almost bruising. "You have always been a woman of expressive passions, and I, a man of secret ones." His tongue lathed a burning path up her neck, making her respond against her will; she tilted her head to give him full access while simultaneously mewling in weak protest. "Lean back and let me show you."

"I'm… frightened," she admitted, trembling against him, already dropping to her elbows, then letting her arms slide entirely away to rest her head back on the hard surface of her desk.

Draco followed her down, never disconnecting his mouth from her flesh, suckling tenderly on her tiny lobe. His mouth was filled with sweet devil's fire as he lathed what skin he could easily reach, but when the limited contact simply wasn't enough for either of them, he parted her robes by slipping the ties on the front with nimble movements, and slid tenacious fingers under her long-sleeved blouse, not bothering with loosening the buttons. The moment the hot skin of his hand pressed fully against her lower abdomen, an electric tingle ignited throughout her body. It swirled up and down her spine, weaving a passionate, greedy hunger around her very bones, sinking deep into every muscle, pooling in her womb. He held still, just like that, his palm against the very center of her femininity, transferring heat, connecting their desires, even as his lips found hers again.

His kiss was both torture and bliss.

The pop of the mistletoe abruptly vanishing was a negligible sound in the background. Right then, the only thing Hermione cared about in the entirety of the world was how Draco Malfoy was dissolving her mind, creeping into her heart, and destroying her senses.

His questing fingertips smoothed upwards, exploring the plains of her torso, teasing her bellybutton once, twice before heading north on a meandering path into the shadow of her bosom. Tracing over the cup of her breast again, he smoothed the satin of her bra over her nipple, circling it with slow insistency, making it taut and ready. Hermione gasped into his mouth when he finally took the small bud between his finger and thumb and pinched it rather enticingly.

"Unbutton your blouse for me," he coaxed against her lips. "I want to taste this sweet nipple."

With quaking hands, she did as bade in record time, slipping the shirt open in the middle just as he pulled the cup down, cradling it under the curve of her breast. His mouth dipped down her chin, following a path that led over her throat, into the vee of her cleavage, and then his lips where there, and he opened wide and engulfed the whole of her nipple into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, suckling deep.

"Oh… oh, God!" she keened, her hips bucking from the pleasurable sensation, innocently grinding against his erection. The unexpected stimulation of their rasping pelvises had them both moaning. His rumbling tone vibrated through to her very core.

He bit her then, tugging gently on her little bud while at the same time, rocking his hips back into her, humping her slow over their clothes, forcing a rush of feelings through her that left her feeling vulnerable and quaking in his arms. To her amazement, his own breathing had kicked up, as steadily his restraint was torn in two.

One of his hands slipped up her skirt, pushing the fabric along for the ride, causing her knees to bend in automatic response to cradle him closer to the center of her torment. Slipping her satiny knickers to the side, he touched her for the first time, feeling her juicy desire for him drenching her inner lips and the curls of her pubis. He gave a bestial groan as he wickedly slid through the lush dampness of her seam, tracing up and down with a skill that left her panting like an animal by the time he pushed two fingers up and into her, surging deep on that first thrust.

"Fuck!" he hissed and lapped at her breast. "You're so tight!"

Pulling the cup of her bra down on the other side, she angled his head over so he would pay equal attention to her other breast. When he took that small, rosy nip into his mouth and bit with insistent pressure, she sighed with approval. "Yes, yes…"

The maelstrom of her desire was whipped up into a frenzy as his thumb found her tiny clit and stroked it into prominence as he plunged his hand into her desperate, wet channel. Tearing his mouth from her breast, he kissed her again, his tongue matching the rhythm he'd set with his fingers as he brought her closer to the edge. "Do you like me fingering your wet pussy, sweetness," he murmured with wicked enticement. "Does it feel naughty?"

"Yes," she whispered in between kisses. "I've never…"

He lapped at her mouth. "I know, Hermione. But you're going to let me give this to you. You're going to let me." He twisted his fingers up inside her, causing her to gasp at the electric burn. "That's it, little love. Ride my fingers."

Caught in the haze of sensual passion the likes of which she'd never known, Hermione's hips rocked of their own will against his hand, meeting his thrusts with increasing force. "Please," she heard herself beg with the agony of needing them to fully join; mortified that she would do and say such a thing.

His free hand moved to her hip, holding on tight, but his insistent rhythm never stopped - and never gave her all of him either. "Please, what, sweetness?" he required her acquiescence with a gentle query. "Are you finally ready for me to take you as we both want?"

He watched her now with those mercurial, liquid silver orbs, assessed her every expression as he experimented with pressure and pace. It was unnerving, making her feel vulnerable and exposed, as if all of her darkest secrets were revealed to him in the way she moaned and the begging she was sure was reflected in her eyes.

She'd been a good girl her whole life, never slagging about, saving herself for the man she'd married, believing sex was meant to be between two people in love – that, despite the fact that Ron hadn't believed the same. But now, looking up into Malfoy's intense, steely eyes, she had to wonder why she was considering denying herself this opportunity? Was it really wrong to want to experience some pleasure in life? She wasn't a child any longer, and really, sex was quite enjoyable. So, why was she making this into such a big deal? Sure it was a co-worker, sure it was Draco Malfoy, but what he did to her felt so bloody good, and it had been much too long since she'd felt any sort of flare of desire (much less a volcanic eruption of it, as now).

His fingers moved out of her, and she whimpered in need, reaching to stop him. She'd over-thought it again, hadn't she? She'd ruined this chance to find out…

His robes slid off his shoulders, and the clink of his belt buckle being undone made her realize that he had no intention of stopping. He was going to have her, as he'd promised, and he meant not to be deterred this time.

God help her, she didn't want him to stop.

Her hands scrambled to help him remove his shirt, then her own. Unhitching her bra in the center, she freed her breasts and tossed the lingerie to the floor without another thought. His pants hit the floor. Reaching to help her, because apparently she wasn't moving fast enough for him, he unzipped, then tugged her skirt and knickers off, throwing them aside without care. Fully bared to him now, it occurred to her as he slid his long, pink, thick cock between her soaking folds that they were going to have sex right there, on her office desk. It wasn't romantic in the least.

Tilting her pelvis up, enflamed with a scorching need that she would no longer deny, she gripped his wrists and watched him move between her thighs, teasing her clit with the head of his penis, clipping it as he prepared them both.

"Look at me, Hermione."

Stormy gray clouds of thunderous lust stared into her very soul as she met his gaze.

"There's nothing casual about this - about us," he reassured her as he entered her very slowly, piercing her entrance, stretching her out. "I've wanted you for a long time." Gliding into her, working through her swollen tissues with infinite patience, he continued to hold her attention. "That's why, sweetness, I'm going to make you to burn for me, as you've made me burn for you for too many years."

Half-way buried inside, he stopped and then pulled back out with equal care. As his large crown reached the end, he paused briefly, then rammed into her fast and hard, stopping half-way again. Once more, reversing his direction, he repeated the torturous maneuver, pushing them both to the end of madness again and again, denying her that last bit of him to completely fill her up, driving her insane with the need for him to shove up into her to the hilt, to let her come finally.

"Malfoy!" she keened in protest, thrusting her hips towards his, taking him in almost all the way. "Ooh, yes," she sighed, arching her neck, letting her lips part with the ecstasy.

Curving his hands along her hips, he grabbed her hard and pulled her into him until he was buried to the hilt, with his cock bumping her cervix. Bending down, he paused, resting his mouth against her ear. "Is this what you wanted?" His tone was darkly sensual, his breath hot along her sensitive lobe. With aching, unbelievable patience, he remained motionless, denying them both the reckless, sweaty satisfaction they both so obviously craved. "Say you want me, Hermione. Say my given name and tell me you want me to fuck you good."

Sliding her hands around his shoulders, running her fingers into his hair and gripping tight, she placed her trembling lips against the shell of his ear and growled at him in earnest. "I want you. I want you hard and deep. And you'd better let me come soon or I'm going to kill you, Draco."

He huffed in part amusement, part desire, and she felt his lips stretch into a smile against the skin of her neck. "I knew you had it in you, sweetness." He licked the skin above her pulse, suckling on it even as his penis slowly withdrew with that same tenderness as he'd entered her. "I love that sassy mouth of yours." To prove it, he kissed her again, and it wasn't gentle or sweet, but hot and assertive, applying for her complete surrender at the same time as appealing for her total participation.

Legs shaking violently as she brought them up to cradle him between her thighs, Hermione held on as he began shagging her demandingly, grinding against her on every surge forward, pulling away with forced reluctance on every withdrawal. Her pussy frantically clenched around him, impulsively fighting against even that microsecond of retreat to allow him the friction he needed to pound away. It was as if her whole body wanted to remain in constant, total union with his.

The firm grip she unwittingly had on him was quickly his undoing. "So bloody tight," he hissed against her cheek. "Relax, sweetness, or I'll come before we even get started."

Hermione's body craved though, and wouldn't be denied any longer. Two years without sexual gratification from a man, and so much teasing from this particular wizard over the last few weeks… She needed this orgasm more than breathing, knew it would be shattering and begged for it nonetheless. "Don't stop, Malfoy!" she pleaded. "God, give me more! I need more!"

Reaching between them, he surprised her by strumming her clit expertly, thrusting deep at the same time. She wailed as electric currents sparked up her spine, arching it. "Go deeper!" she all but screamed, grabbing his shoulders and digging in her nails. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted as he obeyed, grunting from his own approaching climax. "I'm almost there… almost…"

"Let go, Hermione," he grit, tightening up, speeding up his pace. "Come with me."

Flicking her little nub wildly, the dual sensations of fire and pleasure-pain he evoked from the forcible lunging of his cock through the super-tight muscles of her cunt charged powerfully through every nerve in Hermione's body as she reached her peak and dove willingly over the edge, spiraling out of control all the way down. She shouted his name at the same instant as lights exploded behind her eyelids - a parti-colored illumination of delight. Her hips bucked madly, drawing his shaft in all the way, and everything in her flushed with heat and joy in one blissful moment as their bodies coupled perfectly.

It was the best orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Draco grabbed her hips, kept them married, threw his head back and roared in rapturous release. Warm fluid filled her up as he deposited his seed deep inside, completing her, bringing with it the ultimate satisfaction.

In the aftermath, she held her new lover close, nuzzling his sweaty brow, which pressed into the bend of her neck. His hot breath blasting across her hairline was as shaky as hers, she smugly noted. It took them at least ten minutes before either was in a position to move or speak. "We didn't cast a Silencing Charm," she murmured belatedly, incredibly embarrassed as she realized that the whole castle had probably heard them.

"Do not," he growled in her ear, biting her lobe gently, "regret any of it, Granger - even something that inconsequential. That was, undoubtedly, the hottest fuck of my life. I won't have you ruin it with self-recriminations or doubts." He peppered her jaw up to her lips with kisses, staring with arrogant male satisfaction down at her. "Besides, you know you loved it just as much as I did. Your pussy is still clamped down on me too hard to pull out."

Mortified by the truth of his words, she forced her body to relax and let him go, dropping her legs and arms. Malfoy didn't move away from her though, as she assumed he would, gazing into her eyes once more with that same indecipherable look as before. Supported by his palms, he loomed over her with a frank possessiveness, intimating in his body posture that he wasn't quite done with her yet. His eyes roamed her face, then down her body with leisurely interest, even taking in their still conjoined pelvises before making his way back up. "Want to go again?"

Hermione felt her shock reach epic proportions as, despite the tingling that pervaded her body from tip to toe, she felt him hardening inside of her again. "Aren't you tired?" It was a stupid thing to ask, feeling his body ramping back up for round two, but it was the first thought that popped through her mind.

Rocking his hips slightly, he withdrew and pressed back home in short, staccato beats that was doing wonders to her too-long neglected libido. "I find that I want you again, sweetness," he admitted with a smirk that melted her insides. "Think I could convince you to want me back?"

"Oh," she muttered as one of his hands reached between them to play with her clit again – softly, not over-stimulating, but with just the right pressure to work her slowly. Shutting her eyes, she gave herself over to his skilled fingers and technique. "Maybe," she smiled.

An hour later, she was panting across his lap, as he sat in her chair, holding her limp, very sated form impaled upon his softening cock. One of his hands was playing through her curly, tangled hair while the other hand stroked the naked sway of her spine in a soothing, gentle manner. Pressing tender kisses to her throat, Malfoy chuckled wickedly. "Told you I'd have you, Granger."

She flicked his shoulder, too exhausted to hit him as he deserved. "I hate you."

He marked her neck again with another possessive bite. "No, you don't." he whispered against her ear with all assertiveness. "You're already half in love with me."

Snorting indelicately, Hermione attempted to pass off his remark with disdain. It was a ruined effect by the yawn that immediately overtook her. "You sure it's not the other way around?" she joked, thinking to put him back in his place when he suddenly shocked her by going quite still and stiffening up.

Unfortunately, they were saved of one awkward moment by an even more mortifying one: Minerva McGonagall knocked on her door and walked right in without waiting to be summoned. "Ms. Granger, I have this… oh!" The elderly woman stopped dead in her tracks, as Draco quickly swung the rotating chair about, hiding Hermione's nudity as best as possible with fast action. "Well," the Headmistress looked at her with dry humor behind those thin-rimmed spectacles of hers. "I can't say as though I am overly surprised," she sighed, dropping a packet of parchment on Hermione's desk. "Severus' portrait did say it was inevitable, what with the way you two have always fought like cats and dogs." With a wave of her wand, the old woman floated Hermione's robes to her so she could make an attempt to cover up. "Just so long as you both handle this… situation… with decorum in front of the children and it doesn't interfere with work hours, your contracts stipulate you are free to… socialize… as you please. And this certainly wouldn't be the first time that staff members have fraternized, after all." She cleared her throat, adjusted her hat and indicated the stack of paper on Hermione's desk. "Please get back to me on those at your earliest convenience, Ms. Granger. Mr. Malfoy, good day." At the door, she turned back. "And for goodness sake, keep your doors locked at all times!"

Floored by the odd situation, it took Hermione another second or two before she reacted. Burying her nose in Draco's neck, she groaned. "Oh, Godric! What, is everyone in this castle talking about us or something?"

Malfoy didn't respond at all in the fashion she'd expected.

In a flash and a pull of muscles, he had them both up and her deposited onto her desk, bereft of his warmth in less than a second. Silently Accio-ing his wand to his hand next, he quickly gathered his clothing and redressed, then took off out of her office without another word, leaving a rather disoriented, naked Hermione feeling rather stupid and used all of the sudden.

So, that was it? He'd had his fun, made the conquest he'd boasted, added her as a notch to his bedpost, and now it was back to the cold treatment?

What. The. Feck?

Trying not to feel the sting that Malfoy's rejection left in his wake, she wiggled off the desk and onto her feet, gingerly redressing. Her body was extremely sore - almost as much as her heart, she discovered to her dismay.

Had he been right? Was she already half in love with him, and that's why this hurt so much?

Ridiculous, she denied, telling herself quite firmly that she couldn't be hurt by something that meant nothing. What they'd done had simply been a fun one-off for both of them, as casual as she'd accepted it might be in the beginning - and that's all there was to it. Instead of feeling victimized by this morning's… exercises… she decided she was going to see the event as an empowering reaffirmation of her femininity instead. After all, she'd managed to seduce her co-worker just as much as he'd seduced her.

Yes, it had been good sex, and she'd needed the release very much, but now it was over and she decided it wouldn't be repeated. Once was quite enough.

Okay, twice... and some cunnilingus there the second time... but who was counting, really?

Gathering up Minerva's papers, her student's papers, and her wand, Hermione left her office without a backwards glance, and headed up to her private apartment. Along the way, she decided she'd have a lovely bath, a cup of tea, she'd read Minerva's notes, and finish her class work. She'd order her meals in with the kitchen elves, and enjoy the rest of the day in silent solitude, concentrating on the things that made her feel the most fulfilled and happy as a person, specifically furthering her career and helping others.

And she absolutely wouldn't give Draco man-slag Malfoy another thought, she resolved as she shut her door and locked it with a charm behind her.

TO BE CONTINUED…