Malfoy sat on his bed, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. His heart was starting to beat faster, and he wondered if he should go find her or wait for her to come find him. It was obvious, especially in light of what had happened before their showers, that they both wanted each other desperately, and perhaps had for quite some time, given the sexual tension in the dormitory, which by Draco's calculations was thicker than a London fog. It seemed unbelievable to him that they had gone this many years without ripping each other's clothes off. Draco was experienced to say the least, but he had never felt quite like he had when they had mutually pleasured themselves not a half hour previously. It's like we had sex before we even had sex, he thought to himself with a grin.
Suddenly, his bedroom door slowly opened, and peeking through was a very pink-faced Hermione. His eyes lit up as she shyly entered his room, blushing ferociously and looking everywhere but at him. He stared at her, his breath catching in his throat. In that moment, Draco felt he had never seen anything quite so beautiful as Hermione and how she looked right then and there, her hair down and still damp from her shower, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She snuck a furtive glance at him, and when their eyes met, Draco felt his heart melt.
"Hi. Uh…just wanted to…er…well, goodnight," she stammered, blushing even more deeply and quickly turning to leave the room, looking painfully embarrassed. Draco felt more than heard himself growl as he leapt from the bed and all but flew over to Hermione, grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder easily. He laughed as she giggled and squirmed against him.
"Draco, no! Put me down…" she said, laughing delightedly. He grinned and strode over to his bed, throwing her down on it unceremoniously. He wasted no time in climbing on top of her and leaning down until his lips were inches from hers. She smiled up at him, still blushing. He smirked at her, already thinking how easily he could get used to this position.
"Is this better?" he murmured, leaning even closer to her. She stared back at him, speechless, her eyes travelling from his gaze to his lips. She struggled to speak, but soon gave up and simply looked at him, the look in her eyes priceless.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone look at me quite like the way you are right now," he whispered, reaching up to stroke her lips with his thumb. "It's so sweet that it's driving me absolutely mad." Her eyes widened as he leaned to kiss her. He paused midway to her lips and smiled.
"Hermione," he said, leaning to kiss her nose instead, her vulnerable, frightened expression somehow making him warm all over, as if he were submerged in a hot bath. He could feel her heart beating wildly against his. "Your lips…I want to kiss them," he murmured, again leaning until they could feel each other's breath. She nervously shifted underneath him, her leg squirming innocently against his growing hardness. A bolt of excitement instantly shot through him. Oh, Gods, he thought as she stared back at him, her eyes shining with excitement. Please help me to control myself.
Oh, Gods, Hermione thought wildly. Please help me to control myself. She had pictured this so many times, but to have it actually be happening, to actually have Draco lying on top of her, his body covering hers so delightfully, was almost too much for her to bear. And then when he started whispering those words to her, her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Her whole body felt tingly with heat. Is it even normal to already be this wet? she wondered nervously. He hasn't even kissed me yet and I already need to change my underwear… And amazingly, as he continued to murmur in her ear, his lips on her neck sending her into a state of euphoria, she felt herself growing even wetter.
"Do you think about kissing me?" he asked, teasingly brushing his lips against hers. He grinned as she gasped at the brief contact. "Because I think you do…I think you were thinking about kissing me recently, as a matter of fact," he said, running his hand down her side, tickling her ribs. She giggled and slid her own hands up to his hair like she had before, and got the same thrill at how soft it felt on her fingers.
"Yes," Hermione said breathlessly. "I think about kissing you...about a million times every day…" She felt herself blush as she heard the words escape her. Draco's eyes lit up and he smirked again, that smirk that had always infuriated her when they were kids, the smirk that was now making her ache for him to touch her. Oh, please let him touch me soon, she thought desperately, trying not to squirm against his legs, wanting to rub herself against him like an animal.
Draco softly ran his hand up her belly and lightly brushed her breasts through her thin pink t-shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned as his fingers gently teased her nipple, first one, then the other, through her shirt. He murmured appreciatively when they became instantly hard, and he continued to whisper in her ear as his hands teased her and touched her slowly and gently. She felt herself start to shake and the words she had spoken to Draco in her dream were loud in her mind, dying to be said. But she held her tongue as Draco's hands and his voice continued to bring her closer and closer to the most blissful feelings she had ever experienced in her life.
"I would venture to guess that you think about doing more than kissing me, love…from what I heard earlier, that is. You know I heard everything, Granger," he said softly, making her whimper and blush even harder. He grinned and continued, watching her squirm with excitement and embarrassment. "And it got me so hot that I just had to join you. You heard me, yeah?" Draco whispered lustfully. Hermione nodded, feeling tingles of embarrassment and excitement wash through her body, feeling her own wetness now trickling down her thighs, knowing he was going to eventually see how wet she was. He leaned to kiss her neck. She shivered and clung to him tightly, her eyes now closed. As he ran his tongue lightly up to her ear, she couldn't stop herself from moaning.
"Mm, you like that, don't you, you're getting excited," he purred into her ear, his own breathing becoming noticeably ragged. "Tell me how excited you are, Granger. I want to hear you say it." She moaned again as his hand traveled down her body to rest lightly on her thigh, tracing little circles closer and closer to the throbbing area between her legs.
"I…I'm so, so excited," she whimpered, making him smile as he continued to tease her with his fingers, which were now expertly caressing her dangerously close to her soaking wet crotch.
"As am I," he whispered in her ear, his fingers running themselves slightly along the inside of the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She gasped and whimpered again, as his grey eyes carefully watched her reaction, and her obvious growing excitement.
Draco sighed with pleasure and smiled down at Hermione, loving the way she was starting to lose all control, already moaning beneath him. Draco had never felt anything as erotic as touching someone as inexperienced as Granger. He tried not to feel smug about it, but he couldn't help feeling his ego inflate just a bit, seeing how excited she got by just a little touching. He was beyond thrilled to see a little wet spot starting to form between her legs. Oh, Gods, Granger: you are positively dripping, he thought dizzily.
Malfoy was just guessing that if he touched her now, it would take her but a few minutes to reach orgasm at this rate. And having her body pressed against his was driving him absolutely mad with excitement. He could feel his cock leaking already, and reached down to adjust it with a groan. But he took a deep breath and remembered his promise to himself. He sighed and looked down at her. She is just the most beautiful creature, he thought to himself in wonder.
Staring at her beautiful lips, Draco suddenly realized that he hadn't even given her a proper kiss yet, both were so lost in just touching each other, trying to make the torture last as long as they both could. It's time, he thought, breathing heavily. Since she was obviously too shy to kiss him first, he decided to be the one to make it happen.
"Hermione, can I kiss you now?" he whispered hoarsely. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him suddenly, the lust he was feeling reflected perfectly in her deep brown eyes. Without answering him, she threw her arms around him and to his utter surprise and delight, pulled his head down to hers, attacking his lips with a kiss that, while obviously given by someone who had limited experience kissing, was nonetheless the sweetest, most passionate kiss Malfoy had ever experienced.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his lips on hers too perfect for words. After the initial frantic snogging, the wild excitement of sharing each other's lips for the first time, their kissing slowed and grew more intense, Draco silently teaching her how to do it, guiding her encouragingly with his lips, his tongue, nibbling gently on her lip.
"Hermione," Draco breathed into her ear, intoxicated with her scent, with how she felt in his arms. "Hermione, I want to hold you all night long. Can I? Please say I can," he whispered urgently. Hermione snuggled closer to him and sighed.
"Draco…I don't ever want to let you go," she whispered sleepily. He smiled and leaned to kiss her again.
"Granger, you say the sweetest things: tell me some more things," he said, playing with a lock of her hair as he gazed down at her.
She looked up at him, again with that look that made his heart melt, and whispered, "I think you're beautiful. I've thought so for a long time. And being with you now feels like…like I've died and gone to Heaven. It really does."
Malfoy stared back at her in wonder, his heart suddenly so full he was speechless. Hermione looked away shyly. "Like, tell you things like that? Or did you…did you mean…" He laughed, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her.
"Yes, exactly like that. And you are the beautiful one, but I'm glad you think I am as well." He whispered in her ear as she trembled in his arms.
Soon their previous excitement began to compete with the sweetness of their declarations, and Draco was unable to keep his hands from travelling to her breasts, again lightly teasing her nipples. She gasped and he smirked. "That feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured into her ear. "Tell me what it feels like," he said, feeling the heat come off of her body.
"Oh, Draco, it feels amazing, I love it so much," she moaned to his delight.
"I want to make you feel good," he breathed into her ear as his hand traveled lower. Hermione whimpered as his fingers lightly grazed between her legs. She couldn't help pushing herself against his fingers. He chuckled.
"Tell me what you want, Granger, I want to hear you tell me," he whispered. "What do you want me to do right now?"
Hermione felt as if she were caught in a dream. Oh Gods, he's going to touch me, she thought blissfully. And she heard herself beg, "Oh, Draco…please please touch me…" She heard him chuckle into her ear, the sound making her shiver. She stopped squirming and grew absolutely still as his hands slid easily into her pajama bottoms to tease her through the soaking wet fabric of her knickers. "Here, love, right here?" he asked softly. Hermione moaned loudly, overcome with excitement that he had used almost the same words as he had in her dream. "Mm," he purred into he ear as his fingers teased her swollen clit through her panties, "Someone wants to come." And before he even slid his fingers into her underwear, she began to shake, unable to stop her orgasm from approaching. Draco gasped as she began to come, just from that little teasing touch over her panties.
"Granger," he whispered in surprise, his two fingers still flying expertly over her clit through her panties, feeling more wetness seep through them. "Are you coming already, baby?" She gasped and nodded, and he smiled to see her blush before she hid her face against his chest. As the final spasms of her orgasm faded, he held her tightly, sighing with pleasure.
When she finally looked up at him, he gazed at her, his eyes twinkling. After leaning to kiss her gently on the lips, he smiled and said, "Granger, you're blushing." She looked at him guiltily and he laughed, again tracing her lips with his thumb.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…I mean, I tried to…" she stammered, growing even more red. Draco cut her words off with a kiss.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he whispered, holding her tightly. "So you were excited: that's a good thing." She looked up at him skeptically and he smirked at her.
"It is, trust me," he said, laughing. "It tells me that you are very very excited by me, and that makes me even more excited, if that's even possible. I'm not surprised you came instantly," he added, slipping his hand inside her panties finally to feel her. She gasped and closed her eyes. "I've been teasing you for the better part of an hour, it's only natural," he whispered as he slid his fingers gently over her clit. "And you'll go longer when we get some more practice in. See," he breathed into her ear as she began to get excited again. "You're ready for more already, aren't you?"
She nodded, her eyes tightly shut to the pleasure of his finger expertly teasing her dripping wet clit. He groaned into her ear as she began to pant and gasp. "Oh, Hermione, you are so wet, Gods, I love touching you," he said fiercely as Hermione's second orgasm fast approached...