As Hermione followed Draco through the portrait hole, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was trembling with nerves. There was something unspoken happening between the two of them, and while she was wildly excited by it, by the way he was looking at her, the way he kept finding reasons to touch her, to hug her, to generally drive her mad with desire, she was at the same time terrified.
In my mind I'm a sex maniac, but in reality I don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing, she thought nervously, as the two entered the Head Common room. Parkinson was right: what would someone as sexy and experienced as Draco want with the likes of me? They turned to look at one another, the same look of excited uncertainty on both of their faces. Draco was the first one to speak.
"You can have the bathroom first," he said smirking. "Unless you want to shower together and conserve water," he added. He laughed at the wide-eyed expression on Hermione's face: she instantly turned pink to the tips of her ears. Draco stepped over to her, grabbing her playfully around the waist and pulling her towards him.
"Gods, don't look so terrified, Granger, I was joking," he said, chuckling. She looked at him skeptically and he grinned. "Oh, alright, I was only sort of joking." She looked down, still blushing.
"I'm not terrified," she lied. "I'm just…" she struggled to finish her sentence as Malfoy began to stroke the back of her neck gently. She closed her eyes and sighed, feeling his touch in every part of her body. As he smiled down at her, she tried not to think about the romantic dreams she had been having of him for the better part of the term, but the images were racing into her head unbidden and she was powerless to stop them…
Draco, slipping his fingers inside of her, and she, so excited to be near him that it had only taken a simple touch to make her explode…she shook her head. Stop it, she told herself in panic as his expression turned to curious and a bit amused, control yourself, Hermione. A wicked voice answered her: Oh, but you can't possibly control it, so why not just enjoy it: if it gets you this wet to have him touch your neck, aren't you curious to see what it's like to have him fingering you to orgasm? You told him about your nightmares, now tell him all about the other dreams, the ones in which you wake up with your knickers soaking wet over him. Ask him to touch you, just like you did in the dream, go on: ask him…
"Er…yes, I think I'll shower first," she mumbled, her voice shaking. Draco didn't miss her blush that was steadily turning pinker.
What is she thinking that's getting her so flustered? Draco thought in wonder, feeling himself getting hard, knowing that it was going to be extremely challenging to behave himself tonight. He swallowed, feeling the excitement building in him, the chemistry between the two of them palpable. Challenging, but fun, he thought as she snuck a nervous glance at him and walked off towards her room to collect her things.
As Hermione stood in the bathroom, she paused before she turned on the shower, unable to ignore the ache between her legs. Sitting on the edge of the bath, she slipped her panties off and kicked them to the floor. Maybe I should make it a cold shower, she thought guiltily. Or, the thought occurred to her, maybe I should just relieve myself so that I can think straight: how can I face him feeling like this? At least it would temporarily clear my head.
The thought of bringing herself to orgasm with Draco just a few feet down the hall excited her beyond measure and she felt herself grow even wetter. Oh, what would it hurt, she thought breathlessly as she began to touch herself.
Draco paused outside the bathroom door, the anticipation of spending the night with Hermione overwhelming him. He had made up his mind that he was going to make it happen, and that while he promised himself that he would remain a gentleman, he still wasn't going to rest until she was safely snuggled in his arms tonight. I'll be happy with that, he thought, as he leaned against the bathroom door. It's awfully quiet in there, he couldn't help noticing. I wonder if she's ok, she did look pretty nervous when I suggested…Draco suddenly heard a soft moan coming from the other side of the door. His eyes widened. She wasn't…no way…but the thought had planted itself in his head, and he strained to listen closer.
Now he heard it as clear as day: the unmistakable sounds of gasps and pants, and…his excitement seemed to heighten his auditory senses as he made out a certain familiar and distinct sound that was unmistakably…wet. He closed his eyes as he felt his entire body heat up with lust. She's getting herself off, he thought blissfully, reaching down to touch his cock which was now rock hard. Leave it to Hermione to be businesslike: of course, it would be easier for the two of them to take things slow their first night if they…took care of themselves first. Smart girl, he thought as he leaned against the bathroom door and quietly unzipped his pants, closing his eyes and trying to suppress his moans.
Unaware that Draco was listening to every small sound she was making as he stood on the other side of the bathroom door pleasuring himself, Hermione slid to the floor, stretching out on the bathroom rug, her fingers flying over her now swollen clit. She feverishly imagined Draco's body on top of hers. Hermione couldn't remember ever being so overcome with desire, couldn't ever remember having a more delightful time bringing herself to orgasm as she was right now, the sounds she was making, unbeknownst to her, growing louder still.
She stopped tickling her clit just long enough to tease herself, squirming and writhing on the bathroom rug, her excitement rising and rising, unable to contain the anticipation, the knowledge that her fantasy would quite probably become a reality before long. For what felt like the millionth time, she replayed the dream-Draco's words over in her head: "Here, love? Is this where you want me to touch you?" She couldn't stop herself from moaning, the possibility of Draco hearing what she was doing not occurring to her…
"Oh, Draco, yes…" he heard her gasp, his groans blending with hers as he furiously jerked off, his cock now absolutely dripping with the anticipation of what was to be one of the most mind-blowing wanks of his life.
As he came, he leaned against the bathroom door and cried out with pleasure, groaning so loudly that anyone within twenty yards could have heard, suddenly wanting her to hear him, to know that she was caught, to realize that he knew exactly what she had been doing all this time, and that he was doing it as well. The silence from inside the bathroom was now immense, and he could almost feel her embarrassment through the door, could just see her face turning pink with shock.
As she heard Draco cry out, Hermione froze, her fingers still buried in her wetness, the last waves of her pleasure mingling with alarm. That was Draco…and it sounded as if…Oh Gods, he heard me…he was…he was doing it too…Hermione had never felt such a powerful mixture of excitement and embarrassment before in her life. She closed her eyes. Oh…she thought, feeling her whole body blush at the thought of what had just happened. How can I face him now…she thought, tingling with something more than embarrassment. Again that small voice inside of her spoke wickedly to her, sending thrills through her body: He heard you, alright, and he was doing it too: and you love it, it feels so good you can hardly stand it…you have to face him now, and if you think that was fun, just wait for the real thing…
And to Hermione's surprise, she felt her fingers begin to start all over again, fresh wetness seeping out of her at the thought of Draco listening to her get herself off. Oh, one more time won't hurt, she thought recklessly to herself as her fingers busily began to work on herself once more…
Draco closed his eyes and grinned, the last waves of pleasure spreading through him deliciously. Oh, she heard me all right, he thought wildly. I absolutely can't wait to get to her now…, he thought as he zipped up his pants again. Never before had Draco felt so excited. Who knew that little Hermione Granger would one day become, for Draco, the object of such mad affection and lust…and love, a voice inside of him whispered, making him shiver with pleasure…
Still smiling to himself, he strolled away down the hall towards his bedroom, giving Hermione a chance to contemplate what had just happened…Don't take too long, little girl, he thought wickedly. Something tells me we'll both be ready for more before long…