AN/: Over 33,000 views...wow! I'm so grateful, remember to review! :D Unfortunately, I fear that this will be the last chapter for a while because today was my first day back studying and IB is a demanding course...Bummer :/ I know! But on a more positive note, I thought I'd leave you for a while with a bang! Pun not intended...you'll see. There is definitely something wrong with you if you don't like this chapter, I'm not talking about my writing skills...just the idea! Enjoy...

Chapter 20 : Wonderful Tonight

Draco sat, perched on the edge of his bed, guitar in hand. One arm hung over the body of the Les Paul, plucking on the strings and the other hand bent round the neck. His strong fingers contorted into shapes to play the famous notes.

Hermione was kneeling behind him, her arms were draped lightly around his waist and her chin rested delicately on his shoulder, every now and then she'd move her head back just enough to be able to press a light kiss against his neck.

They sat together as Draco played, swaying as one to the melody. Hermione's eyes were shut, dreamily listening as the head-boy played the first few bars of the oh-so-famous love song. Hermione's breath hitched as soon as Draco reached that vital point towards the end of the introduction where Clapton played those few smooth, spine-tingling chords that could make the whole world fall silent. Shivers ran up Hermione's spine, hearing the musical genius.

Hermione was surprised when she saw that Draco Malfoy could cry.

She had been shocked when Draco revealed that he wasn't totally ignorant about everything muggle.

Hermione was nowhere near prepared however, when Draco Malfoy opened his mouth and began to sing...

She felt like she had stopped breathing all together, her jaw hung slack. His voice was not like Eric Clapton's. It was rugged, rough yet sexy...should I have expected any less? She thought.

...

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.

And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.
It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.

And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."

...

As Draco finished the ballad, Hermione couldn't help but marvel at the brilliance that sat before her, tears in her eyes.

"You're beautiful." She said, Draco shook his head, looking at her face with an unreadable expression. I know what you're thinking, is beautiful really the world you would choose to describe Draco Malfoy? But at that moment in time, it was all that was running threw her head. He is beautiful.

"No." He protested. "You are." Draco said as he wiped away a pesky tear that had managed to escape, brushing her cheek afterwards. Hermione looked down towards her twiddling thumbs resting in her laps before looking back up at Draco again, smiling, teeth and all.

"I gave you my word, you know." Hermione said, biting her lip, grinning. Draco was slightly confused at first before it dawned on him what she could possibly mean.

"Yy...you.." His eyes went wide, hoping beyond hope she wasn't kidding. Hermione rose from the green and silver coloured bed to stand up in front of Draco and shimmied off her oversized hoodie. Draco didn't utter a word.

"You're a marvellous singer Draco." Hermione said seriously before grasping the hem of her simple white tee and pulling it over her head. "And an even better guitar player." Hermione smiled, looking him in the eye.

Draco's breath faltered when Hermione said this to him. He had never played for anyone before. Draco thought he was alright, not brilliant, but alright. Of all the things Draco Malfoy could have ever been modest about, did you ever think it would be one of the biggest turn-ons of all time? A fit lad who plays guitar.

"Hermione..." He started, she was breathtaking.

"A Gryffindor keeps their word, Draco." Hermione spoke over him. Her breathing had become slightly erratic and Draco was having a hard time not constantly staring at the rise and fall of her breasts, tucked away firmly in the luscious, black, lace bra, as her breathing pattern changed. "I want you to see it, Draco." Draco dragged his eyes away from her lean stomach and the dangling moon and stars belly button ring to look directly at her. "Just don't make any assumptions until I've explain a few things, ok?"

Draco saw how desperate she was for him to co-operate and he saw no reason to disagree.

"You have my word, Hermione." He paused and then corrected himself. "Not as a Slytherin, but as a Malfoy." He promised and she smiled before her mouth opened slightly, her breathing changed again. She was obviously nervous. Looking Draco dead in the eye, she reached behind her to unclick the clasp of her bra and let her perky breasts fall out. Yes, Draco had seen them before. But this was different. There was something desperately erotic about actually undressing herself in front of the man. He was so close he could touch her if he wanted, but of course he didn't.

Draco's mouth was dry. Merlin, she was gorgeous. His tongue came out to moisten his lips and there was no doubt in Draco's mind that what he saw in Hermione Granger's eyes when he did so was nothing other than hot, raw, need...a fierce lust. It was fucking sexy. Draco felt himself grow at just the sight of her and perhaps the excruciating anticipation of what laid ahead helped as well.

Hermione took a few deep breaths before turning around and had one last glance at Draco. The glamour charm would have long faded by now and her dragon had already made its way back to its favourite spot on her back. Having turned around, Hermione was left facing one of the far walls of Draco's room; a large intake of breath could be heard coming from behind her. Please, please let that be a good thing. She prayed, scared shitless.

...

Hermione was terrified and extremely self-conscious right then. Draco had said nothing. Both her arms had come up and crossed themselves in front of her breasts, she was hugging herself and Hermione's eyes were shut tight. She could hear Draco rise from his sitting position and cover the few, short steps between them.

...

Draco was speechless and that didn't happen often.

Of all the things, in all the world...I could never have imagined...oh sweet Merlin. Draco's heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, he was breathing hard.

Draco reached a hand up nervously to run a single finger up and down, along the left side of her ribcage, feeling each ridge as he did so. I don't think I ever realised how small she was. Has she lost weight this year? She's so skinny. I wouldn't be surprised...all that stress...worry. He thought. The gasp that left Hermione's mouth as soon as Draco had touched her naked torso was incredible and spurred him on. But that was nothing compared to the moan that she made when his entire, rough, quidditch-warn palm stroked the black, inky skin making up the most glorious dragon Draco had ever seen. He could physically feel the heat radiating off of the tattoo and could have sworn he saw it shimmer the first time he ever made physical contact with the thing. The moan that she made sent him into a frenzy, as, what felt like electricity, went running through him, shocking him to his core.

"Hermione..." Her name came out as a hoarse whisper. Hermione thought it was the sexiest sound she had ever heard uttered. ...but I still don't know if it's good or not. If I just turned round, perhaps...

...

Draco wanted her. He really, really wanted her. That want however, was nothing compared to the need that he felt in his chest that was compelling him to just take her and never let her go...so that's what he did.

There were no sweet kisses. No talking or praising of the other's technique. No asking for more. Just an emotion, a need so strong that all that needed to be said was told through their bodies, their actions the way that they touched each other. It was primal.

...

Draco couldn't take it anymore. It was as if he had been possessed. Hermione was spun around so fast that she didn't know what was going on. She worked it out rather quickly however when she felt Draco crash his lips onto hers at such a speed, they could have been seriously bruised. That however, did not stop her in any way, shape or form from responding with such a fierceness and ferocity that matched Draco's passion to as good as he'd give.

Hermione's arms immediately flung to Draco's skin tight black t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Their arms wrapped so tightly around each other when the item of clothing was removed, it was a wonder they could still breathe.

As soon as her firm breasts and rock hard nipples pressed against his impressive pectorals they both produced the most amazing moan. Draco's teeth bit into Hermione's bottom lips whilst simultaneously kissing them. As their tongues battled for dominance, neither one giving in and yet both thinking that they would actually willingly give in to the other, Draco's hands started to move up Hermione's stomach. From where his thumbs were once placed on each of her hip bones to the now heated swell of her breasts. Hermione gave into Draco's advances on her tongue as one of his thumbs brushed over an especially sensitive nipple. Draco's other hand came up to the back of Hermione's head and upper neck, forcing their two bodies, if possible, closer still.

They both needed more and as Hermione's dragged her nails down Draco's chest leaving deep red lines, a primitive roar escaped his throat, begging for more...and Hermione delivered. As forcefully as she could she ripped of Draco's belt, unfastened his jeans and pushed them down over his muscular buttocks at a lightning speed. When Hermione caught sight of his full, thick, long, erection, she only wasted a moment to stare up at him with black, lustful eyes before falling to her knees, encasing his length in her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around his dick and then sucking hard.

Draco wailed, at the intense pleasure he was experiencing. He'd had never felt anything like it and wanted Hermione to feel the exact same thing and he wanted to be the one to make her feel it.

Regretfully after a time, Draco grasped his princess by the shoulders, pulling her up, only to push her right back against the far wall, directly in front of him. Along the way Draco wasted no time at all ridding her of her jeans. Hermione kicked them off and sent them flying onto a nearby lamp when they pooled around her feet.

As soon as Hermione's legs were free of the restricting garment, Draco sunk to his knees on the floor before the goddess he was worshiping. Draco roughly hiked her knees over his broad shoulders and buried his face deep in her dripping pussy much quicker than he'd even believe himself. He had to taste her. I want to make her scream. And he did. Draco revelled in the pain that he felt as Hermione dug her nails into his scalp and yanked on his blonde locks, unable to do much more as Draco licked, nipped and sucked Hermione towards three rounds of utter bliss. She screamed. Her body convulsed in spasms and bucked and her toes curled when Draco gave her multiple orgasms, one after the other. Her hips rolled into his delicious mouth after each and every time she achieved nirvana.

After the third orgasm Hermione's legs were so weak that she could do no more other than slump against Draco, but he didn't mind. He held her up against the wall, one of her knees hooked over either of his elbows. Draco spread her legs wider as he leant against the wall for support and entered into her in one long ram. Hermione moaned. Fuck! She thought. He's huge. Her hands went to the side of Draco's face, firmly pulling his lips towards hers for a heated kiss, hanging on for dear life.

Draco pounded her over and over and over again, faster and faster, never losing pace. Their breathing was crazy and erratic. You could feel the crackle of electricity in the air as these two kissed. His endurance was phenomenal. Draco started sucking on the pulse point of Hermione's neck when he felt her walls start to clench down around his penis, not wanting him to leave her hot space. He knew she was gonna cum again, but so was he...one fleeting image of the black, scaled dragon sprang into his mind just as he shot his load into his woman's hot, wet cunt.

Draco had exerted himself so much that he was actually wheezing. Somehow he was able to carry Hermione over to his bed where they both collapsed, a tangle of limbs, not knowing who was who or what started where, Draco still buried deep inside Hermione to the hilt. They made no move to change this as they instantaneously fell asleep.

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AN/: I'm not sure if I've ever been very good at writing 'sex' so let me know...was it too cheesy? I hope not x So, I hope there will be at least one more chapter before I get too busy to right but we'll see, this might be it for a while. In the mean time, keep reviewing...read read if you feel like it :D TTFN x