MARRIED IN PARADISE
When Hermione finally gets sick of everything happening in her life, she runs away to the idyllic Felicia's Isle. Here she meets the last person she thought she would ever see, under the weirdest circumstances. Have they been pining for the wrong people this whole time? With some magical hijinks, questionable people, a lot of booze, and a beautiful island, they may just find out.
Disclaimer: XXX Harry Potter is not mine XXX
CHAPTER 3: NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY
Draco's head was throbbing. Okay, so he might have overstated just a little about his prowess with the drink. Truthfully, he didn't drink much, and he never appreciated the feeling of nausea afterwards. He turned to his side and reached his arm out. He smiled when his arm found her body lying next to him. She was warm and soft, with amazingly buttery smooth skin. Inviting. He sighed in contentment and pulled her closer to him, breathing in her essence in his drunken stupor.
She groaned but allowed herself to be dragged the few inches keeping them apart. She tugged on his arm until he had wrapped it around her completely, his hand coming to rest on her breast. He slid that hand under her shirt, playing with her nipples till they went hard under his touch. Now it was his turn to elicit a moan. He could feel himself hardening. He leaned his bulge against her thigh and heard her whimper. He could feel her need like a physical pull. A low purr emanated from her lips, as if she could feel it too. Oh Tori, you know you're too damn sexy when you do that, he thought gleefully.
He nipped on her earlobe, gaining him another moan as approval. They both seemed to already be in various states of undress, so it shouldn't be that hard to just make the little clothes they had on disappear. He turned her around and covered her lips with his. She was compliant, soft, her lips urgent and needy. He sucked on her lower lip just to taste her, finding her sweet and intoxicating. He finally opened his eyes. He wanted to see her flushed, needy face.
Draco's eyes widened in horror.
Oh she was flushed with need alright. He broke it off and held her by his arms' length.
Hermione opened her eyes, wondering where he had gone. The look of shock was apparent. Her eyes were as big as saucers. In a split second she had freed herself from Draco's grip and slapped him, hard, across his cheek.
I just realized I really suck at making chapter titles. Just a little hint of naughtiness for now. I was so engrossed, embarrassed and unsure of how to frame what they were doing that I just stopped. Then I realized I liked where it ended. That's why this chapter is so short. Blame their chemistry, not me. - Asha