A/N: Thanks for being patient, I do finally have an update, albeit a slightly shorter one, but it attends to Hermione's take on the whole weekend away and the events that have taken place thus far, with a little spice to add to their more frequent relations. I had much fun writing it and I promise my next update will be sooner but I wanted a chappie that was just the two of them before the next leg. Enjoy!
Chapter 21
Hermione had never felt so warm in her bed. She stirred, shifting to let the heat envelope her further, to help her maintain that gratifying drowsiness that brought a smile of satisfaction to her face. She could stay like this forever.
She felt a warm hand graze over her stomach, her eyes opened instantly. Hermione was definitely not in her room, and certainly not alone. Disorientated, the presence of a body behind her came to fruition, as she took in the interior of the finely furnished space. Recollection of last night stormed through her mind.
She was in bed with Draco Malfoy, and she liked it.
It was a bold move on her part to instigate their bathroom antics last night, but walking in on him, unexpectedly, in the middle of his after shower routine definitely thwarted any hesitation she had been harbouring. The most mundane of acts, him standing in front of a mirror, left her almost breathless. It didn't help that his hair was all dishevelled, his torso bare, that towel hanging very dangerously low on his hips, his shoulder muscles shifting against his vertebrae as he moved. Had she not reacted to that, then really, she was just wasting his time.
Going by the heated session that had ensued, there was no doubt that it confirmed Malfoy as her sexual counterpart. He knew how to balance a little roughness and make it intimate to the point of deception, as if he was reacting to her emotionally, not just physically. Each time had been more thrilling than the last. He definitely had a way of persuading her to sleep in his bed last night.
Hermione sighed with content. The morning sun was trickling through the curtains, sending slithers of crisp light across the room. She wanted to turn and face him, but she feared that he would wake and then awkwardness would follow, like it had that day in his office, and then at his apartment. If she was going to be honest with herself, she certainly played a large part in generating said unease after each occasion, often reacting heatedly to his remarks, or her subconscious driving her to re-establish control. It was partly the reason why she had rejected him yesterday, after lunch; she would have had no escape if it had become weird, or if she had she reverted to her stubborn, controlling, ways which only ever led to disagreement or misunderstanding.
But, that was all before last night's memorable affair, and his confronting questions about her 'freaking out' where he admitted his attraction to her, and pressed upon her irrational fears. He was driven by logic, after all. Then again, so was she, just inexperienced when it came to dealing with someone that she had always had such a tumultuous association with. One that had had evolved from being hateful and spiteful, to a challenging and rather competitive apathy, to an unreachable yearning that had now been realised.
Slowly, Hermione turned around, careful not to disturb the sleeping man behind her, and conscious of his arm around her waist. It was easy to do so with her satin shorts gliding along the sheets. It was a sight to behold. Malfoy was on his stomach, those broad muscular shoulders exposed, his head turned away from her so she was facing a mop of his signature hair that was long enough to brush the nape of his neck. His other arm seemed to be tucked underneath his pillow, giving his neck some leverage. Hermione just stared, her eyes wandering up the arm that was heavy over her midsection, to his shoulder, his neck, his hair. It was certainly an unreal state of affairs that she had to reach out and touch his hair to be sure she wasn't dreaming. It was just as she remembered; soft.
Hermione ran her fingers down his neck, along his shoulder blade, and down his arm, finally reaching his hand. She stroked it gently, they had a manly roughness to them, but one could tell that the man had never so much a lifted a tool in his life. 'Okay, Hermione, you are creeping yourself out with your scrutinizing assessment,' she told herself and let go of his hand. He seemed to have noticed the loss of contact as he tightened his hold on her and suddenly she was looking at his face, in his eyes half-lidded, still beholding a sleepy stupor. He smiled lazily at her, pulling her in closer to him. She didn't resist.
"Morning, Granger," he managed to say, his voice groggy. Hermione certainly could get used to this.
"Morning, Malfoy," she stressed, her eyes amused by his reference. Last night she was 'Hermione', this morning she was 'Granger' – a very persuasive ploy, indeed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. 'Back to persuasive ploys,' she reasoned, smiling at his gesture.
He brought his other hand out from under the pillow and turned on his side to face her completely. "Sleep well?" She nodded.
"You?"
"Never better," he replied. "This is the best bed." Hermione laughed at his proclamation.
"You're cute when you sleep," she slipped. Great, now he knew she had been watching him.
"Cute, Granger?" he was not amused. "Malfoys are not cute," he scrunched up his face in distaste, like a child who had eaten a green vegetable. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"What is an acceptable description for a Malfoy?" she played along.
"I'll take any of the following: handsome, manly, sexy…you know, run of the mill stuff for a man. Cute is for little girls brooding over their first crush," he stated matter-of-factly. Hermione laughed.
"Still not convinced?" he goaded. Hermione shook her head, just to tease him. She felt his hand push her gently so she rolled onto her back and he moved to hover over her, propped up on his elbow. "Granger, you really are a stubborn one," he shook his head, his fingers playing with the waistband of her shorts. He looked down at them, surprised.
"Are these boxers?" he looked genuinely interested in her attire, tugging them down gently to see if she was wearing any underwear.
"They're pyjama shorts, Malfoy," she chided playfully. It never ceased to amaze her how one highly influential, intelligent, socially adept, and handsome man, as he so put it, could still ponder with curiosity the simple things, like muggle pyjamas.
"I always knew you wore the pants in the golden trio," he replied, as his fingers ran down to her hip and his eyes widened at the lack of seam underneath.
"The golden trio has nothing to do with my pants," she nudged him with her elbow gently in the chest. He tugged her shorts down even further; they were sitting dangerously low on her hip. How the tables had turned. Malfoy's hand roamed over her stomach and lower abdomen, his hand slipping under her tank top, lifting it and riding up to just under the curve of her breast. All the while, he was staring at her with a challenging eye. Now that Malfoy, she could handle.
Hermione brought her hands up to the waistband of his boxers and swiftly pulled them right down, raising an eyebrow at him. He smirked, that familiar expression drawing her inner competitiveness out as she promptly sat up, pushing him onto his back in the process. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying her advances and once again, she found him with his hands tucked under his head, further emphasising his perfect v-shape, that arrogant pose setting her up as he watched her, while he kicked his boxers off. The man was naked and completely comfortable.
She hovered over him, kissing down his bare chest, over his stomach, until she came to the trail that led to his half-ready arousal. All the while, she discreetly removed her shorts and tossed them on the floor with her foot. Challenges were always won with a surprise up one's sleeve. Hermione focused her attention on him, taking him into her mouth, hearing him groan as her lips closed around him. She let her tongue tease along his shaft, focusing on the head, and then drifting down the length. A few repetitions and he had grown hard and ready.
She slowly pulled back, playing with the head again, running her tongue over the tip, relishing in his reaction as he slightly bucked his hips up at her. She could tell he was restraining himself as she looked up and saw his eyes shut tight. Her control over him had worked her up and she could feel that familiar wetness between he legs. Hermione's teasing was over, as she released him and sat up. He opened his eyes instantly. She grinned back, crawling up to him, so he couldn't see her exposed lower half, resting her hands on his chest. Malfoy moved to withdraw his arms but she pressed her palms down to stop his movement, as she positioned herself. In one calculated move, Hermione lowered herself onto him, watching his reaction.
To say that he was surprised was an understatement. Malfoy's arms instantly came up and took hold of her thighs on either side. He groaned as she let him fill her completely, finding her balance with her hands.
"Hermione Granger, how very Slytherin of you," he muttered. She smiled back knowingly as she lifted herself off slowly, then settling back down at the same pace, allowing her senses to take over and guide her. She had never felt so awake in the morning as she found a steady rhythm. She could feel Malfoy's grip on her as he brought his hands around to her hips and bucked up gently. That extra movement made her back arch in response. She heard herself moan with satisfaction as he hit all the rights spots, and her lower abdomen stirred with desire. She continued her movements, maintaining her steady pace, which he met as he thrust up into her while she came down on him. Hermione could not help but moan his name; the prolonging sensations make her skin tingle, as her breath shortened, and the blood rushed through her. She shut her eyes, trying to control her pace, but her breath hitched as she felt his hand on her breast, toying with her hardened nipple through her top. It almost sent her over the edge as he gently pinched and massaged her. Freeing herself from her control, Hermione picked up her pace, which he matched instantly, driving her to a complete state of euphoria as she felt herself clench around him, and her release culminate. Her climax was drawn out by his continual thrusts up into her.
"Oh…Draco," she heard herself voice through her breaths, and felt his throbbing release moments later. He growled in appreciation, as she finally let her head fall down onto his rising chest, listening to his heart rate as she caught her breath. "Wow," she heard him say. Hermione smiled, her eyes closed, enjoying his gentle rubbing up and down her arms. "Now that is a wake up call," he finally said.
"Hmmm," she muttered in agreement.
Hermione sat up, lifting herself off him, lying flat on her back next to him. "That was a very sneaky thing you did yourself, at the end." She recalled his ministrations on her chest, inadvertently causing her to increase her pace. Not that she minded, but she knew it had its purpose. He turned to his side, she could feel him against her thigh, and her mind was in the gutter already. The man was a stallion.
"Not as sneaky as your little change of plan," he came over her and kissed her lips, their first kiss of the morning, his hand cupping her face, tilting her toward him for better access. So, he didn't mind a little morning breath then? Hermione smiled against him. His kisses were sweet, relaxed, drawn out, and she sighed into his mouth approvingly. What a way to wake up in Chianti, she reflected.
The sudden knocking on the door brought them back to reality. Malfoy pulled away reluctantly, pecking her on the nose, before sitting up.
"Yeah?" he called out. Hermione sat up and walked over to her shorts, swiftly putting them on. She tossed Malfoy his boxers, careful not to make noise that might announce that there were two in his room.
"Malfoy?" It was Blaise. "I think Hermione might have left, Padma went to her room and she wasn't there, the bed hadn't been slept in." Hermione looked at Malfoy and almost burst out laughing. He smiled, his eyes lighting up.
"Maybe she woke up early and went for a walk? I'll be out in a minute; I'll give her a call."
"Alright mate, I just wanted to check that you two didn't have a run in last night. She went to bed pretty much as soon as we got to the library."
"Nah, didn't see her," Hermione would never have pulled that off, he was so believable.
"We're in the sun-room." They heard footsteps walk away. Hermione burst out laughing, she felt like a teenager who had nearly been caught sneaking into the boys dormitories. Something she had never done, of course. Draco smirked at her.
"Granger, didn't you ever sneak around at school?" he jibed, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She tilted her head, ready to defend herself.
"Draco Malfoy, my sneaking around pertained to more life threatening matters such as saving hippogriffs, running away from three-headed dogs, chasing animagi, going in to the Forbidden Forest. Not, sneaking around with boys."
"Impressive, Granger," he nodded with bemusement. "But, you really did miss out on the best kind of sneaking around," he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I hardly think a bunch boys would have been much fun, nor did I really have the chance, you know, too busy helping - "
"I know the story, Granger, no need to get worked up about it." He kissed her gently on the lips. She let it go, this time. "You better go get ready, I'll meet you downstairs, I will tell them I called you and you were out in the vineyards talking to the muggle workers. It's ten-thirty, so they would have been out there a few hours already."
"Blaise hires muggles?" Hermione was dumbfounded. Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Really, Granger, let's not have this discussion now. Maybe that is a topic of conversation at the breakfast table?" If it wasn't for the hint of mirth in his voice, then she definitely would be having this conversation.
"Fine, Mr. I use muggle telephones." She walked out of the room, but not before checking that the hallway was clear, and practically ran, lightly, to her bedroom, grateful that she had hung her bag behind the door, otherwise, that would have given it all away. Despite yesterdays hiccup, she was at ease with her progressing relationship with Malfoy and satisfied that she had taken a chance to allow herself to spend the weekend with him. Grabbing the bag from the hook, she rushed to the bathroom and hastily got ready.
A/N: I think they are finally comfortable with one another...
