Friends,

Gosh! I'd like to think I update pretty frequently… my chapters aren't that long and I don't have a complex way of writing. It's barely been a day since my last update but I feel like I'm slacking! And it's all because I've been reading too many other stories. Amazing ones! But I must stop neglecting my own, and get it moving along. I value each word in every review! I literally refresh my inbox over and over – hungry for a few little words. So I thank you all who have provided them to me! Also, not that anyone really cares, but I put a new avatar up, though it takes a while to post. And I really like it, especially this is one place I can post pictures of myself with my wand and no one thinks I'm weird... You all should look at it and pretend that you like it. Peace! Enjoy the story – it gets steamy.

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SweetSlytherinPrincess

Locomotive

Chapter XVIII

Malfoy barely slept that night. Each soft sound she made ignited a fire within his chest. Every small shift she made sent bursts of electric pleasure throughout his body. For hours he drifted in and out of superficial sleep, his eyes fixed on her face in his moments of consciousness. Studying the shape, the color. Counting her quiet freckles. He longed to touch her. But he knew that if he did, he would easily lose control of himself – and her trust was something he'd worked too hard for.

So instead, he laid there, stiff as a board. Careful not to let her rest against his most sensitive parts. Careful not to breathe the sweet scent of her too deeply. She shifted, her tiny hand placing itself on his chest.

"Malfoy…" Her voice came in a soft hush, and his eyes jolted to her face again to find her eyes closed – a slight smile on her face. He was still, and she simply continued her sleepy way of breathing. A prideful smirk played across his face, his chest swelling. Glad to know she dreamt of him also. Granted, he doubted her mind was quite as dirty as his own. Her dreams probably didn't include his hand fisted in her hair as he brutally claimed her.

How strange this all was. Not long ago the thought of being with a mudblood would have put a bad taste in his mouth. At least, he would tell people that. Make sure it was what his father believed. He had always put on such a good act that often times he believed himself. He had suppressed his true self all those years to the point that truth was ultimately lost. He didn't blame the weasel for acting how he did. It had to be the worst feeling ever to lose such a brilliant, beautiful witch.

There the word was again… beautiful. No matter how had he tried to refrain from romantics, they kept forcing themselves into his head. What he tried to keep as a primal lust had blossomed into the desire to see her laugh, smile, blush, moan – all of it.

Weasley had lost his prize. And it was claimed by whom he saw as his biggest enemy.

Though his mind raced, Malfoy managed to get a few hours of sleep before the sun peeked up on the horizon. As his eyes fluttered open, he stretched, immediately feeling Hermione's body entangle with his. He sighed and relaxed.

"Hermione. Wake up love." He said softly, petting her mess of curls. She stirred, her warm eyes blinking. She peered sleepily up at him with a tired smile. He returned it and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

"Morning." He said. She nodded and stretched, slowly sitting up.

"Mm. Yes. Good morning."

"What are your plans for today?" He asked with a soft smile. It wasn't often that he would go to bed with a woman, and remain there the whole night. He couldn't remember a time when he had to make casual small talk from beneath the blankets.

"I want to shower. I got pretty dirty in the forest yesterday." She stood then, slipping from the warmth of her bed. She was a bit embarrassed having slept in the same bed with him. Sure, nothing happened… but she still felt like she had done something very wrong. She looked at him with a sideways glance. He simply eyed her, cautious and calculating. Aside from her embarrassment, however, there was a pang of victory. She was triumphant. For the time being she had escaped a total breakdown in the face of Ronald. Some of her suspicions regarding Malfoys intentions had simmered as she realized he had kept his hands to himself through the night.

She studied him. His skin was no longer a sickly pallor. It had some warmth, but was still a creamy pale color. Less sadness was immediately visible in his eyes, the dark shadows less prominent. He had filled out over the years, his body long and muscled. His features were still sharp, but much less pointy. There was a mysterious, cool air about him at all times. But as she had grown closer to him, it was much easier to see the kindness within. With her whole heart she wanted to delve deeper into to caged recesses of his heart. She knew that there was much more to him that met the eye.

As he laid there popped up halfway, she drank in the sight of him. His brilliant blonde hair sleep-tousled in a way she had never seen before. The length had grown the past few months, much of it falling into his eyes now. She wanted so desperately to push her hands through it. Her lips parted, and she felt herself slipping into a daydream.

"Granger, you're staring." There was a devilish smirk on his face that sent shivered down her spine.

"Also, you're surprisingly comfortable standing there in your panties." He raised his eyebrows at her, nodding at her simple white underthings. He was not surprised that she didn't wear unreasonably decorated panties. No lace, no frills. The shape was dainty, but was just a cutely cut pair of white panties. Always so practical, she was.

She blushed, looking at the floor.

"Well I've been this way all night…" She fiddled with her hair and made her way towards the bathroom door, coyly looking over her shoulder with a bit of a smirk at him before she disappeared within the room. He soon heard the squeaking of turning handles and water rushing.

What the hell was that look for? Did she expect him to follow? No, there could be no way. She got flustered over a few comments about her lack of trousers… there could be no way she had that type of sexual boldness just yet. He doubted she had ever even had sex before. If didn't seem as though her and the Weasel had gotten that far. But he could be wrong…. The thought enraged him. A knot formed in his stomach as he pondered further.

There wasn't really anyone else he could imagine she could have been to bed with. Krum? No… Dean? Definitely not. Other than that, not much came to mind. Granted he didn't know anything about her muggle life. There could possibly be someone from that part of her she had been with. But the simplest of actions got her all flustered… Ugh! He threw himself out of the bed and paced through the bathroom door, letting the steam curl around him as he eyes her blurry form through the shower door.

"Hermione?" He said softly, loud enough for her to hear over the rushing water.

"Yes?" She said calmly.

"May I join you?" He did his best to not let his voice waver. She gave no response. And he sighed, realizing he was being forward. But his eyes could not tear from her small form in front of him. He stepped to exit with a dejected feeling rising up just as the door clicked open. His eyes snapped over, to see her small hand extend out, reaching for him.

He froze in disbelief, but wasted no time and began stripping immediately.

"Leave your briefs on…" She said is a shy voice. He broke out it a brilliant smile, and obeyed. His heart beat out of chest with excitement. He placed his hand in hers, wanting her to lead him closer at her own pace. After a moment, she pulled him slowly forward – leading him into the small space with her.

The instant his foot stepped into the shower, his vision blurred and she stumbled slightly.

"The hell?" He blinked furiously and rubbed his eyes. He could barely make out more than a blur of shapes.

"I'm sorry Malfoy but I can't let you see me yet." She said softly, guiding him completely within and shutting the door behind him.

"You are a clever witch." He said, relieved it was her doing rather than something more inconvenient. He stood still, letting the water fall over him. He was too worried to slip or knock something over, so he remained still. His eyes trying to focus on her figure, but her hex was too strong. No matter how hard he strained, he couldn't make anything out.

She reached out and slid her hand down his arm, reveling in the feel of his muscles flexing reflexively. He was strong. As she eyes him now, naked save for his briefs that were soaked against his skin now. She was relieved he could not see her, for her mouth hung open as she drank in the sight of his rippled abdomen. He was much less thin as she had expected, his body seeming think and solid now that he stood so close. His shoulders broad and sturdy.

His eyes stared back at her, despite not being able to see. And though she knew he was blind, she still had one arm wrapped around her breasts with an embarrassed look in her eyes.

"Hermione." He breathed. She rested her hand delicately on his chest, and they both shivered. A jolt of hot electricity passing through their bodies. She shuddered. "Has any man ever seen you… like this?"

She blinked. What sort of question was that? What was the intention behind it?

"You mean… naked?"

"Yes."

"Well… no…." She blushed furiously. Embarrassed. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Good." He stepped forward cautiously and reached out, finding her shoulders before letting his hands slide town her arms towards her hands. He took both of them in his and resting them on his chest as he closed the space between them even more. His face hovered before hers, his eyes closed now.

Her breath hitched.

"Why… is that good?" She said in a hushed voice.

"I want to be the only one." He said without a second thought. "I'm glad to know that I will be the one to have you first." His voice was deep and quiet, but there was no malice. She felt her knees go weak at his words. Her mind racing. Surely she had considered giving herself to him as her first… but she didn't really expect to hear those words from his mouth. And she sure as hell didn't think her inexperience would be seen as a good thing.

"Kiss me, Hermione." He whispered. Her brown eyes blinked up at him, unsure. Had he meant right now? No. It was too soon. Not here, not now. She began to stammer, her muscles tensing.

"I said kiss me. And I meant nothing else." He placed his hands over hers and there was a comforting gentleness in his voice. "I can't see your mouth, so you'll have to guide me." She smiled softly, and carefully led her mouth to his. They met, and he let his hands find her face, turning her so that her back pressed against the wall – hot water pouring over them both and he kissed her carefully. He didn't deepen it, he simply repeated soft gentle motions against her lips, their bodies pressing together. He could feel her tense at the feel of his chest against her bare breasts… the feel of his aching cock against her middle. But all he wanted in that moment was to cherish her. Revel in the feel of her skin.

He did not touch her body, only her face. His hands cradling her head. Slowly but surely she calmed, her hands moving to wrap around his back, tracing the muscles there. It was then that he let his tongue slide over her bottom lip, tasting her. She let out a soft moan and Malfoy resisted the urge to take her over. He simply waited, pleasuring her. Her tongue darted out to meet his hungrily, but he held her head still as his own slowly tangled with hers. Feeling her wetness, the curve of her mouth.

She was melting. Her brain was exploding as he seduced her. Who knew Draco Malfoy had the ability to be so sensual and slow. Her whole body tingled with arousal and she let herself be taken over by the feelings he was giving her.

When she was completely puddy in his hands, he deepened his kiss, his mouth covering hers and working faster. Sucking on her tongue and her lips – and she mirrored his actions passionately. His manhood was swollen and hard against her, screaming to be given attention. He ignored it though, wanting this all to be about her. But she felt it, and it surprised her. She couldn't bring herself to look, but the feel of him against her sent her mind racing and sent pangs of desire through her each time a nibble on his lip made his anatomy twitch.

He continued this way, making no further moves. He wanted her to continue, if it was to be. He wanted her to feel in control of her situation, to understand that he had no intention of forcing her into anything. As the thought played in his mind, she ran her hands down his sides and her hips pressed forward against his. He gasped, suppressing a dark moan.

But that was the queue he had been looking for. His hand tightened in her hair and he pulled her head back slightly, exposing the long column of her neck. She gasped, her back arching against him. His hands left her hair only to find her hips and hold them against his as he pressed against her lower belly – knowing that the pressure there would cause her to moan out loud. And she did.

Her hands traveled his body now, desperate to feel him. His mouth left her neck a moment and her eyes fluttered open, water dripping from her dark lashes.

"Are you afraid?" He breathed.

"No." She said surely. And with that his mouth met hers deeply, pulling back against to run his mouth down her neck. But then he did something she did not expect. He dipped his head low and took her rosy peaked nipple into his mouth. A ragged moan escaped her lips and her hands shot up and buried into his hair. He moaned against her, thankful to the gods that she hadn't tossed him away. He nibbled gently, and his other hand kneaded her other breast. Loving the feel of her, the weight, and the shape. His breaths came heavy now, and he was lost the perfectness of her. Even if he couldn't see her, he knew she was everything he had ever wanted. He had the Gryffindor princess melting at his touch and there was nothing else he needed in that moment.

She moaned loudly now. The sweet sound causing him to grow desperate – his cock screaming at him for release. To his surprise, her leg lifted up and wrapped itself around his waist. With a sudden movement his hands grasped her ass and pulled her up, her arms wrapped around his neck and he easily supported her weight as he pressed her against the wall. Their mouths worked hungrily against each other and though the water poured over them, he could feel the think creamy wetness that gathered between her legs. It drove him mad.

"Granger…" He breathed. She failed to listen and kept kissing every bit of skin within her reach. "Granger we have to stop. I can't go any longer without losing control." He spoke hotly in her ear and she let out an exasperated cry.

"Lose it, then." Her command caused him to falter, and he rocked his hips against her, letting his hard length press through the fabric against her core. She shuddered, but he froze then.

"No, no. Not like this. You deserve something a bit different." She shook her head wildly, shifting her hips against him – begging for more. His mind went wild, but he grasped her hips firmly then.

"Damn it Granger, listen to me. Not like this. Trust me, I want to. I know you can tell." He smirked. "But the water is running cold now… and you deserve something much more proper."

"Draco…. I… I feel…" She pleaded.

"I know what you feel. You need release, don't you? Trust me Granger, I know the feeling." She grimaced as he set her down gently.

"Come on, now. When will my sight come back?" He asked, his body crying at the loss of her touch against his him.

"Once you step out of the shower." Her voice was soft, and a bit sad. He groaned.

"Hermione. Don't act like that." He said with a frustrated tone.

"I'm sorry…" Her voice was barely a whisper, and she shut the water off. His heart sank – he hadn't planned on this ending. He made up his mind than, and grasped her hand firmly, pulling her out of the shower with him, rushing madly out the door, dragging her along with him. She none, though fear ran over her.

With his sight back, he grabbed a towel off the wall as he pulled them out into her room. With his eyes closed he faced her and quickly wrapped it around her.

"Keep it over yourself if you wish." His voice was suddenly animalistic, and it sent a fiery pleasure to her core. Before he had time to come to his senses, he picked her up with ease and laid her down on her bed, not caring if they were still wet.

"Relax." He commanded, and she stared up at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I didn't remove these, anyway." His words calmed her, though his ability to see now put her on edge.

He was on his knees before her, a strong hand parted her legs and she yelped, resting slightly.

"Shhh…." He calmed her, and his hand snaked between her legs, his fingers meeting her soft womanhood. Her back arched and she gasped, her body instinctively moving closer to his touch. He stared at her, though her eyes were closed. He watched her every movement and drank in the sight of her pleasure.

His fingers played with her, stroking her lips and spreading them gently. She moaned openly now, her head falling to the side, her hair splayed out widely and her mouth parted sweetly.

"I figured we could finish what we started in class." His voice was low, and he doubted she was even listening. Slowly, he let one digit sink into her. Her walls clamped around his finger deliciously and he let out a moan as he gently moved it in and out of her. His eyes watched her intensely, memorizing the way she moved and reacted. It was delicious. With his free hand he slowly pulled his manhood free, stroking himself in time with her. Her eyes remained closed, and he hoped they would stay that way. The last thing he wanted was for her to be frightened.

Both their chests were heaving, ragged moans escaping their lips and Malfoy expertly pleasured them both. He had added another digit, her tight walls resisting expansion. She was practically dripping, and he could have sworn he heard her ask for more. He pushed his thumb lightly against her swollen clit and teased it, her body experiencing a new type of pleasure. She arched up, forgetting to keep herself covered by towel. It dropped from her sides and fell away from her breasts.

His eyes widened at the sight of her, and it took every ounce of restraint not to slam his cock into her right then and there. But as her chest heaved, her soft breasts moving in time, he felt himself near climax. With that, he pumped into her faster, hitting her most sensitive spot. She nearly screamed, her hot wet mouth hanging open deliciously – her hands clutching the blankets beneath her.

"Come for me, Granger." He spoke, and her hands came up to her mouth has her body contorted. He wished he had another arm to rip her hands away from stifling her cry of ecstasy as an orgasm rocketed though her. The feel of her walls clenching around his fingers brought him to the edge, and he found himself cursing as he spilled in unison with her.

After a moment, he slipped his fingers from her, smiling. He moved quickly and pulled the blanket up to cover himself as she floated back down to reality.

"You're beautiful." The words were easy to say, and her eyes fluttered open at this. She was embarrassed, and slipped under the blanket to hide herself as well.

"Thank you." She smiled, her eyes lidded in her afterglow.

"I'm sorry if I pushed too far." He walked around the side of the bed and crawled in next to her, kissing her softly on the forehead. She smiled softly and shook her head.

"Don't be sorry."