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P.S. Smut Alert. Whole Chapter of Smut Ahead. Feel free to skip the entire thing if you're not into that kind of stuff…

Chapter 17 A Different Kind of Lesson

Hermione and Draco had finished the last of Draco's move-in Friday evening, and Hermione knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that later on that night they'd get around to that one thing they'd been trying so hard to wait to do. She could tell by the spring in Draco's step and the heat in his eyes that he knew it too. As she brushed her hair and parted it into three sections so that she could braid it, Hermione considered her relationship with Draco. She adored him, that much was true, and she was definitely ready. Her misgivings and her reluctance to allow Draco access to her body stemmed from her own feelings of inadequacy. She looked at herself in the mirror as she finished her braid. Draco adored her too, and she needed to stop projecting her fears onto him. He'd been delighted by any physical attention she gave him, surely that would make her good enough for him where sex was concerned. So two hours later, as they were finishing their meal at the Italian restaurant around the corner, Hermione casually asked him if he was ready to go home and go to bed. His head snapped up from where he'd been signing the tab.

"What?" he hissed.

/…../

Draco dragged his mouth off of Hermione's long enough to look in her eyes and see if there really was the "Yes" he thought he'd seen before they left the restaurant. They'd nearly run the distance to their flat, and made it through the two keyed locks and two flights of stairs to the front door. He'd punched in the code on the keypad, and she'd pulled him inside by the hem of his jumper.

"Hermione, Love, are you sure… ahh!" Draco gasped as she rubbed at his erection through his jeans. Holy shite, holy shite, holy-

Draco was all hard, lean muscle over smooth, silky skin under Hermione's hands. The more she touched him, the more her own body woke and responded in anticipation. Hermione had never felt this kind of desperate need before, but it was so powerful and intense she couldn't stop or turn away if her life depended on it.

"Yes," she whispered in his ear.

Suddenly Draco grabbed her face with his hands, and, kissing her hard on her mouth, walked her backwards to their bedroom. Hermione's hands shook as hooked them under the hem of his jumper and tugged it upwards. Draco broke away from her face to finish pulling his shirt off and threw it behind him, then attacked her mouth again urgently, running his tongue over her lips and down the side of her jaw to her neckline.

Hermione's hands traveled across his chest and along the bare expanse of his flat stomach. She curled her arms around his waist and up the line of his spine, making him shudder. He broke away from her neck and gazed in her eyes, mouth open, eyes hooded and black.

"Gods, Hermione, you have no idea how much I like that! Please, please just keep touching me," he gasped as he reached down to pull up her shirt over her head and slide the cups of her bra away from her nipples. He leaned down and licked first one nipple, then the other, as he unhooked her bra and dropped the fabric to the floor. They both walked out of their shoes and tugged off socks, and finally pushed all denim well out of the way of their straining bodies.

Draco pushed Hermione down onto their bed and climbed up her body, eyes smouldering with lust and the deepest most ardent love she'd ever seen directed at her in her life. Her heart fluttered in her chest. He was just so damn beautiful. Gods, she didn't want to disappoint Draco, but she'd never quite figured out what Ron had been so angry with her for every time they'd been in this position. Ronald had called her frigid. No matter what she did in bed with him, no matter how hard she tried to please him, he'd turned away from her with such loathing that he'd broken her heart. She'd felt so cheap and dirty, he'd even called her a slut, saying she must have slagged it around so much with Harry when they were on the run together that her shit must be broken. Hermione had cried endlessly over those words. Harry had been like a brother to her, and Ronald had eventually been so overwhelmed with his own jealousy and disgust for her sexually that he'd thrown her away. He'd called her a whore and even gone so far as to imply that Harry probably wouldn't have died if it hadn't been for her 'interference' in their efforts in the War.

It didn't matter what Hermione had said, or how she'd pleaded with Ron in self-defense, in the end they'd just barely managed the kind of cordiality that began and ended with the 'let's just be friends' line. She prayed the same thing wouldn't happen with Draco, but for the life of her she had no idea what was wrong with her body, or why it was such a big deal.

Draco frowned at her. "What are you doing, Love?" he asked. She was chewing on her lip, and her eyes were scrunched up in a frown of nervous expectation. As if she was anticipating pain? Draco felt her body tensing and flexing under him, but not in a sexual way. Gods, she was bracing herself!

"What do you mean?" Hermione touched the side of his face with her free right hand. Her left one was pinned between them, tucked against his chest.

"Well, you've suddenly gone as tense as a coil of wire and I can practically smell the smoke from all the gears turning in your head, Little Girl." Then something clicked in his head. "Wait a second, you've done this before, right? I mean, I thought you and the Weasel…"

"No! I mean, yes, I've done this before. I'm not a virgin. I just – ah, well, I guess it's been a long time and I'm a little nervous." Hermione let out a tiny whimper of a laugh. "I'm not very good at this." She blushed and brushed her fingers along his temple, through his hairline with his scar as she tried to distract herself from her embarrassment.

"You're not very good at this?" Draco rested himself on his side and tucked her body up next to his. His arousal was hot against her hip. "I thought we were doing fantastically, if you can't tell." At this point he rubbed his hips against her side. "You know, I've been around you for the last month straight, only taking breaks for showers and to go to work. And before that, I was totally alone in the world for three agonizing months. And before that was six weeks of house-arrest, in which you were the only female guest I entertained. And before that, two years on the run fighting in a shit war that ruined both of our lives. It's been nearly three years since we were at school, Little Girl. So I can guarantee you it's been a hell of a lot longer for me than it has been for you."

Hermione ducked her head and tried to draw her arm across her chest, and Draco realized she was shutting down.

"Hermione, Love, look at me please. Don't shut down." Draco pushed her hair up and away from her forehead, and turned her face towards his. He kissed her soft lips, already dark and swollen from his previous attentions.

"Draco, I, well… I'm sorry. I'm ruining the mood." Hermione winced at the awkwardness of her statement, but Draco just chuckled, sat up and dragged her up against the pillows into a seated position against his chest. He tugged the comforter up around their shoulders and hugged her tight.

"Oh, my darling Girl. You're not ruining anything. I've been in this mood for the past month and I think there's just about only one way to get rid of it." Draco kissed the top of her head as he joked with her. "Soooo… Why don't you tell me what's going on in that great big brain of yours, Love? You're my best friend, right? I thought you could tell me anything. Well, something's obviously eating at you Little Girl, so talk away."

Hermione's heart lurched. She knew she had to be hurting Draco's feelings by messing up what had been a wonderful evening together. He was her best friend, and she wanted him badly. She trusted him with her whole heart. It was hard to admit to a weakness though, especially when it was one she couldn't even do anything about. Hermione felt deformed, defective, and unlovable. Might as well get it over with. Maybe, if things went well enough, he wouldn't look at her in the morning the way Ronald always had.

"I don't work right. My body, I mean. Ronald said I was frigid, and – I don't know. I guess there's something missing in me. I don't, um, have orgasms. I don't know how, or why. I just never have… So, that's, that's really it. I mean, it's not really a big deal to me either way, it's not like I don't like sex or anything. I just didn't want you to get angry about it the way Ronald did. He was pretty awful about the whole thing, and… well. I just don't want you to be disappointed in me. Because I just, I don't work right." Hermione blurted it all out as quickly as she could, head down and eyes stinging in embarrassment.

Draco considered what she said, and the hurried manner in which she'd said it, and sensed that they were in very delicate territory. Hermione's entire identity as a sexual female had been called into question by her jerk of an ex, and it had obviously done some serious damage to her self-confidence as a woman. Suddenly he realized why she'd been so reluctant to allow him access to her body, and why she'd never seemed interested in him returning any of the favors she'd given him. Shite. 'Once again, you are an incredibly unobservant tool, Malfoy,' He decided to start with the simplest, most obvious questions, and work his way in – literally - from there.

"So, no orgasms?"

"No." Draco felt her shrug her shoulders.

"Um, not to be indelicate, but, not even… ahem… by yourself?" Draco's face flushed as images of Hermione pleasuring herself flashed through his mind. Oh, what he wouldn't pay to see that in person. His cock throbbed at the suggestion, and he shifted to adjust his erection away from her. No need to scare her off with his persistent horniness while she was in the middle of an identity crisis.

"Um, no." Another shoulder shrug. "Never tried."

"WHAT?" Draco shot up, incredulous. "Never? How is that even possible?"

Hermione tensed. Damn it, this was so personal and so awkward, but she was determined to be open and honest, hoping that he would actually listen. "I, no, never. It never occurred to be that I was supposed to. I mean, I knew other girls did it, but I just thought the whole idea sounded really icky and crude… And, Gods, this is really embarrassing! I just never had the, um, URGE to… So, no. No orgasms, no solo exploration – cak, gross! No kidding." Hermione finally looked up at Draco, which was an encouraging sign.

"Honestly, Draco, it just sounds so disgusting. It's about as appealing as giving myself a root canal or some other exploratory surgery. I mean, I don't stick my fingers up my nose, or down my throat, or up my arse. Why would I want to – well, you know, do THAT?"

Draco gaped at her, but she'd warmed up to her topic, so she kept on, growing more confident by the moment.

"I mean, my fingernails are sharp, I don't want to injure myself and the skin down there seems a bit on the delicate side. And germs! I could give myself an infection! I mean I understand it's different for guys, all your equipment is on the outside, rubbing against your clothes and everything, like – all the time…"

Draco raised an eyebrow as he watched Hermione raise up and brace her palms defensively against his chest. She could feel his chuckle rumbling in his chest as much as she could hear it coming from his smiling mouth. The next thing she knew, he'd flipped her over on her back, pinning her beneath him.

"I hate to point out the obvious, my dear, but you have equipment on the outside too." And Draco ran his hand lightly down one nipple, and across the other, watching them bead under his touch. He bent to kiss and then suck on each one gently, gently, until he felt Hermione's body relax into the bed.

"Draco, I-" Hermione started.

"Shhh, stop worrying. Think of this as a scientific experiment. Research, my dear Ms. Granger. I would like to disprove the theory put forth by Doctor Weasel that your body is incapable of functioning properly in a state of natural sexual arousal that you've been living with. If you'll let me, that is."

Hermione giggled. "I love it when you talk scientific to me. It's so sexy."

"My darling Girl," Draco teased, "everything I do is sexy. Have you honestly not noticed? Now, I want you to tell me what you like, and what you don't like, and we'll go from there."

With his left arm bracing him up on the bed so he could watch her body's reaction, he ran his right hand down her belly to the gray satin of her knickers, sliding his finger against her slit, running it gently up and down, up and down, up…

Hermione gasped, then groaned. "God, Draco, that feels good."

"Not gross?"

"No."

He hooked his finger under the side of her knickers and tugged them sideways, exposing her center to his touch. He ran his finger, again, lightly up and down, up and down, then up and, using a bit more pressure, spread her folds and sought out her button. Hmm, it was a little high, and it was currently tucked shyly away in a tiny little bundle of skin, but there it was. Draco gently stroked her clit.

Hermione jerked and almost shot out of the bed.

"Whoa!"

"Not icky?" Draco asked, and pressed again, rubbing light circles around the rapidly swelling pearl of her arousal.

"No. Oh God… that feels… wow!" Hermione gasped.

"Fingernails not too sharp?"

"Uh, no! Don't stop, don't stop!"

"Not worried about germs?" Draco kissed her belly and shifted down to gaze on his prize. He rubbed more firmly, then dipped his fingers down and slipped them into her sex, testing her slickness for her arousal. Yes, she was definitely getting there.

"What? No!"

"NO?" Draco paused in his admiration of her slippery folds. He'd completely lost track of what they were talking about.

"Don't stop! I'm not worried about germs! Draco…" Hermione whined. Her legs shook, and he steadied them with his hands.

Draco knew he wasn't reading her wrong: there was absolutely nothing wrong with her body, outside of her utter inexperience and her wanker of an ex's destructive neglect. Hermione's body was beautiful and lush, soft and supple and incredibly responsive. How could that idiot Weasley have not been able to figure her out? Draco figured the Weasel was one of those blokes that just started thrusting his junk at the first sign of an available hole. And then he'd gone and blamed Hermione for not being able to come! The poor girl was wound so tight, with what probably amounted to years of sexual frustration, honestly. There was no way she'd be able to fully relax and enjoy what he was about to do without some assistance. Draco sighed, and kissed Hermione's thigh, then rocked back on his heels to stand over her supine body on the bed.

Ronald Weasley really was an arsehole. And Draco was going to do everything imaginable tonight to make Hermione forget that man existed.

"Right." Draco rubbed his palms together. "Hold that pose my dear, I shall return." He winked at her and sauntered out of their bedroom towards the kitchen. He could feel her eyes watching his backside as he walked out, and laughed to himself. His little minx was absurdly easy to figure out.

"WHAT? Where are you going?" Hermione jerked upright indignantly, but her jaw dropped as she watched the long lines of his lean body escape their bedroom. Holy Hell, he was bloody gorgeous. She was incredibly aroused for the first time in her whole freaking life, and her boyfriend was dashing out the door in his underwear – only to return with a bottle of tequila, a lime, a knife, a plate, and two shot glasses.

"What in the world are you doing?" Hermione hugged her knees to her chest as she watched him pause at their bureau and cut the lime into halves, then quarters, then eighths. Draco poured two shots of tequila and grabbed two lime wedges, then joined Hermione on the bed.

"Interesting tidbit of information about me, Little Girl: I actually loathe Muggle liquor. Can't hold it for shite either. That's the real reason why I stick with wine and beer. But tonight is a special occasion. Scientific experiment, remember? We are celebrating your rapid recovery from Dr. Weasley's diagnosis of Frigidity, and we are accomplishing my hidden agenda of getting you to relax enough to enjoy yourself without worrying about what I'm thinking of your performance." Draco saw her frown and open her mouth to protest. He rolled his eyes as he passed her a shot glass and a lime.

"Honestly, Hermione, we're not handing out grades for this. Please just trust me, this will help you relax. Now, bottoms up, there's a good girl." Draco shuddered at the nasty liquor and bit his lime before his stomach could heave. He really did hate Muggle liquor. Hermione tossed back her shot, bit her lime, and grimaced.

"Ugh, Draco, was that really necessary?"

Draco crossed back to the dresser and poured one more shot in her glass, and brought her another lime.

"Yes," he said as he handed her the second shot. "Now drink that last one down and then we'll get started." He watched her throat expand and bob as she drank down the second shot, and grinned at her sour face. He took her glass and her two spent limes and put them back on the dresser, then turned around and pounced on her, shocking her mightily as he pressed his full weight onto hers. Draco kissed her hard, tasting citrus and alcohol and that underlying sweetness that was exclusively Hermione.

Hermione, all anxiety forgotten under his attack, giggled and wiggled under him. "Draco! What on earth are you doing?"

"Ravishing your innocent body, my dear Ms. Granger. Can't you tell?" He traced his hands up and down her sides and her arms, willing her tension to disperse as he lightly tickled and teased her. It shouldn't take long for the tequila to start to work.

And it must have kicked in about thirty seconds later, as he dragged his lips down her chin, licking at her neck and then tracing across her breasts, because she started laughing. Loud and hard.

"Draco stop tickling me, you arse!" Hermione giggled helplessly. He lifted his head up long enough to grin evilly at her, and the moonlight coming in through her bedroom window made his hair shine like silver, like spun platinum. Like the boy she'd grown up with, but who was now so different, and so dear, and soooo going to get her knee in his bollocks if he didn't stop tickling her right now!

"Oh no you don't," Draco growled. Luckily, he'd sensed her wicked intentions and leapt up, spreading his legs and then landed straddling the tops of her thighs, effectively pinning them down and shut. He sat back on her legs, gazing down at her gloriousness one more time before he got down to serious business. He cleared his throat, and leaned down close her face and looked her in the eyes.

"Hermione, you're my best friend. I care for you more than I've ever cared for any of my other friends in my life, and most of my family too. I am completely enthralled and overwhelmed by your beauty, your passion, your independence, and your talent. Your faith in me, and your apparent delight in having me around, has made this past month the happiest in my entire life. Yes, my whole life. I was going to tell you this tonight, regardless of what happened between us… Hermione…" At this point Draco was a little overwhelmed by her closeness and sat back up before he did something completely un-masculine like choke on his words. Not when the next ones were so important.

"I love you."

"I love you!"

They both blurted it out at the same time, and then sat staring at each other. Then Draco's face broke into a wide smile. Hermione shuffled her legs under the weight of Draco's body, and he shifted to allow her to sit up with him.

"No kidding?" he asked as he tucked her hair behind her ears. He pressed his lips against hers, licking the last of the citrus and seeking her inherent sweetness.

"No, Draco, no kidding. How can I help it? You didn't leave me a lot of options! You waltz into my life, sweep me entirely off my feet by making me feel useful AND wanted, you pay attention to what I say and do, you're a damned wonderful kisser, and you're so incredibly patient it amazes me. You're interesting and articulate, you're far more coordinated than I'll ever dream of being, and you're completely gorgeous. I can't help it. You're too damn perfect for your own good, and I… Draco, I absolutely adore you." Hermione blushed, thinking that maybe the tequila had loosened her tongue up a little more than she'd intended.

But then she saw the happy blush spread across his face, and she knew she'd said the right thing. If there was one thing Hermione had gathered in the entire time she'd known Draco, and not just in the past month, but the past ten years, was that most of the people he was close to used him for his family's position and wealth, even within his extended family, but most of all, his friends. His parents had loved him, but had loved their power and their own pursuits more. No one, in his whole life, had simply loved him based on his own merits. And he had so many!

Draco's heart felt like it would thump right through his chest, and hoped she couldn't hear it. With every word Hermione had said, he'd fallen more deeply in love with her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to him, kissing her hair, her face, her neck, her ears. How did this completely wonderful woman know exactly what to say to dig right into his heart of hearts and make a permanent mark? Forget sex, he just wanted to sit here with her and kiss her for the rest of his life.

"Sooo…" Hermione said, interrupting his blissful mental wanderings by trailing her fingers down the sides of his face and onto his chest.

"Oh, don't you worry Love, I know what we're for. I was just allowing you to finish adoring me before I got back to work." Draco kissed her soundly, properly, his tongue tracing and licking along her lips and into her warm, sweet mouth. He continued to kiss her deeply as he pressed her down into the mattress, then lifted away from her to drag her legs off the edge of the bed. He pulled the lace waistband of her satin knickers and guided them down her legs, flinging them over his shoulder dramatically.

Hermione giggled. Draco was so much fun to be around during in their regular daytime life, she loved that they laughed all the time. But finding out that the humor and fun could continue in these private, quiet moments was completely erotic and so damn comforting she forgot to be afraid of what he'd think of her body or her issues.

Draco licked her smiling mouth, from the right side all the way across to her left, leaving a slobbery trail behind. Hermione laughed and wiped her face. "Ugh, Draco! Enough with the territory marking!"

He chuckled as his hands and mouth journeyed down her body again, nipping and licking and sucking his way down to the curling hairs between her legs. He rested his arms against her legs to keep them pushed wide apart, then tucked his face down into her sex and applied the flat of his tongue and licked from the bottom up to the top. Hermione twitched and jerked, shocked out of her laughter.

"What the- oh my God, Draco! What are you doing?!" Hermione tried to close her legs and pull away from him, but Draco held her in place.

"Hermione, I'm putting an end to your delusion that there's something wrong with your body. Now kindly hold still so I can do this properly," Draco growled at her, the bowed his head down and licked again. Hermione had never had oral sex performed on her before, that much was obvious. She jerked and trembled and moaned as Draco laved his tongue against her tiny nub, seeking it out of its hiding place amongst her folds, teasing and tasting. She was so luscious; sweet and tangy and divine. 'And all mine,' he thought to himself arrogantly. No other man would ever taste her like this, because she was his. Forever, if he had any say in it.

Hermione writhed, embarrassed and turned on and completely out of her mind with a whole new feeling of lust and pleasure pouring through her body. Whatever Draco was doing, he absolutely should never, ever, ever stop. She'd never felt anything like the sensations that spiked and waved through her body. She instinctively tensed her legs and back, overwhelmed by the intensity of…whatever…he…was…doing…with…his…

"OHHH!" Hermione wailed, clenching her fists into the sheets as an unbelievably strong wave of pleasure rippled over her.

"Relax, Love, you're almost there…" Draco murmured to her as her legs tightened around him. He pushed her thighs wider and worked his fingers into her sex's slippery entrance.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…" Hermione's body vibrated and thrummed with heat and desire and…

"Draco!" she cried out when he hooked his finger inside her, tickling that small rough patch inside her quaking flesh as he lashed at her swollen clit.

Hermione's blood boiled and her eyes rolled back in her head as the pulsing waves of pleasure lapped at her nerve endings until suddenly, the tension in her body snapped –

Hermione screamed.

Draco sucked on her nub, riding her orgasm until she lay back, shuddering and spent, sprawled out on the bed. Then he smiled in smug triumph. Frigid indeed. He crawled up her shaking body and propped himself up next to her side. "Congratulations. You, my dear, are officially cured." He grinned down into her face.

Hermione was crying. Tears streamed out of her eyes and into her hair. Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him.

"Hey, what's wrong? Didn't you like it?" Merlin, he hoped he hadn't hurt her. He didn't think he had. Her body had responded beautifully to his touch, and he'd never been so turned on in his life as he had been watching her shatter under him. He'd been all kinds of ready to finally slide himself inside her, up until about ten seconds ago when he realized she was crying.

Hermione shifted and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as he hugged her.

"Oh my God, yes, I loved it!" She wailed against his chest. "I can't even begin to tell you how completely confused I am right now. What the Hell was that?"

Draco smoothed her hair back and ran his hand up and down her trembling back. "That, my darling Girl, was obviously your very first orgasm. I'm glad you liked it. I liked giving it to you." Draco pulled her face up to his so he could look into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I liked giving it to you. If you want, I'll give you another one. In fact, whenever you want, I'd be honored to make you come. You are completely and utterly beautiful, Hermione. And I love you." Draco kissed her wobbling lips and silently pleaded with her to love him in return.

"I love you too Draco. So, so much," Hermione whispered against his mouth. Her tears dried, leaving her eyes wide and shining and completely captivating. She kissed him, hard, and wiggled up against his body. His cock ached for attention, and he thrust his hips against her naked flesh. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he rolled his body on top of hers.

"Hermione, Love, please, can I make love to you?" Draco sighed into her mouth and bucked his hips, trying to convey his very urgent need without overwhelming her still dazzled mind.

A sizzling hot bolt of lightning shot through Hermione's core as she processed his request.

"Oh, God yes!" She pushed her hands down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, finally, finally freeing his straining erection.

Draco pushed the fabric the rest of the way down his legs and onto the floor, then settled himself between her shaking thighs. Hermione wrapped her fingers around his iron-hard length, rubbing the weeping head of his cock with her thumb as she guided him to her center.

"Fuck," Draco hissed as he squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. Just feeling Hermione's hand wrapped around him was almost enough to make him come. He flexed his hips and felt the tip of his erection press against her slick folds. "Gods, Love. I don't know how gentle I'm going to be. I'm about to fucking explode."

"You don't have to be gentle." Hermione shifted her hips upward and rocked against him, and felt the head of his length slide into her. They both gasped, and Hermione instinctively rocked her hips again. A couple of inches of his heat swept into her. Draco backed out, poising at her entrance again, then pushed, pushed…

"Ooooh…" Hermione moaned at the exquisite pressure of Draco's body filling hers. Sex had never felt like this before. Draco pistoned his hips once, twice, feeling her body stretch and adjust to him. He dropped down on his elbows so his face was hovering just over hers. She was panting, and her face was flushed with desire.

"Ready?" Draco asked as he dropped a kiss onto her swollen lips. Hermione nodded and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as he thrust into her, so… damn… hard….

Draco thought his head would explode as he held back the urge to pound her into the mattress. Her tight body felt fucking perfect around him, and he'd waited so damned long tonight. Bringing her to her very first orgasm was a highlight of his entire life, but right now he needed… to….

"Fuck!" he cried out, increasing his pace as he kissed her fiercely.

She was.

So.

Damn.

Sweet.

Hermione gasped and cried out as he reached down and stroked her sensitive clit, rubbing circles around and around as he ground his hips into hers. Her nerves were on fire! Her legs flexed and wrapped up and around him, holding on desperately.

Draco shifted up and back on his haunches, and pulled her heels up over his shoulders, holding the backs of her knees out and open wide. Her hips left the bed entirely, and he increased his pace as he rubbed, rubbed, rubbed tiny circles with his thumb.

Hermione's brain absolutely shut off. Her entire body was a continuous wave of heat and rippling waves of intense pleasure that coincided with the beat of his thrusts. She arched her back and wailed as one wave after another swept through her, burning, burning…

"Oh God, Draco!" Hermione's senses flew apart as her orgasm ripped through her.

'Oh thank God!' Draco thought as he felt the power of her orgasm squeeze at his cock, and finally, blissfully let go.

Time passed, Hermione became aware of her surroundings again, and realized she had a very sweaty, very sleepy man laying on her. She reached her hand up and touched the side of his face.

"Hey."

Draco groaned and rolled off of her, then pulled her body against his as he collapsed on the sheets.

"I'm almost dead, Hermione. But before I die, can I just say, that was the single most amazing experience of my entire life." Draco felt Hermione sit up, and then felt a blanket covering him as she lay back down next to him. He was too spent to even open his eyes. He felt her soft lips kiss his face, lingering on his mouth. He barely had enough energy to kiss her in return.

"Draco?"

"Hmmmmmm…"

"Thank you."

Draco opened one gray eye to see two green ones peering up at him. She was a hot, sweaty mess, her hair was everywhere, and her face was red and blotchy from exertion.

And she was beaming.

"Darling Girl, thank YOU. That was…"

"An experience worth repeating?" Hermione looked hopefully up at him.

He chuckled. "Absolutely. Not til I've had a nap though. I moved furniture today too in case you'd forgotten. I am utterly wrecked right now."

"Well, sure. But like, tomorrow? I mean, can you do that thing with your tongue? I really liked it. I had no idea that my body could even DO that, Draco. I didn't know sex could be anything like that. God, I've been missing out! If I didn't feel so amazing and tired right now I'd probably go hunt down Ronald Weasley right now and beat him to a bloody pulp for - mmpmmhhh!" Hermione's happy chatter was cut off by Draco's mouth on hers.

"Yes, Love, if you don't mind I plan to fuck you six ways from Sunday tomorrow. I will lick your entire body until you can't stand it anymore, and then I will make you come so hard you forget your name. But for right now, sleep." Draco loomed over her, looking stern and spent at the same time.

But his words acted like a shot to her system. Draco saw her eyes go wide and dark as she gasped at the sudden flood of desire that washed through her. Seeing her arousal so clearly defined on her face acted like a jolt to his sleepy sex drive, and his cock surged to life.

"Damn it," he groaned as he crawled back on top of her, taking one nipple in his mouth as he positioned himself between her sticky thighs. His fingers went to her swollen nub, and Hermione's legs shot up and wrapped around him, dragging their bodies together with a slap that he felt in the backs of his eyeballs.

Hermione gasped under him, completely over-stimulated and undone. Draco pulled her up against him and sat up on his haunches so she could ride him. The change of angle brought Hermione to a shattering climax so fast Draco had to laugh. Apparently her body had stored away a lifetime's worth of orgasms, and he'd opened the floodgates.

"Yes, Love, there… Hold onto me now…"

"Yes!"

"Fuck-"

"Oh, my, God…"

"Hold on, Love…"

Draco groaned in relief as he felt his orgasm surge inside her for the second time. His legs gave out under him, and his arms dropped from Hermione's waist as he slumped down in the bed. He had just enough time to see Hermione's eyes slip closed, and she collapsed, overwhelmed and spent, and went right to sleep before sleep came and stole him away too.

To Be Continued.

Author's Note: I am posting this on my birthday, so, you know, be kind. And again, if you're not into the whole lurid sex stuff, please excuse my lusty meanderings. It's all in good fun! ajc