Hermione pushed through the door behind the tapestry and led Draco into the kitchens. She frowned slightly as she turned towards him. "You don't seem very impressed."
Draco laughed, "I'm sorry. How's this? Oh wow! Where are we! How did you know about this top secret entrance!"
Hermione giggled and sighed, "You knew about this?"
"Only since second year. Slytherins have insatiable appetites, didn't you hear?" He raised an eyebrow at Hermione and she laughed again.
"Well since my knowledge of secret pathways didn't impress you, maybe my crepes will." Hermione walked into the next room and promptly returned with the ingredients for crepes which she began stirring together in a large bowl.
"You cook a lot?" Draco said lamely, feeling a bit useless as Hermione measured and poured and stirred, leaving him nothing to do.
"I'm on my own a lot at home, had to learn to make meals for myself." Hermione said, her eyes never leaving her work as she set up a pan and the stove to spread the food on.
"Must be why you have such a knack for potions," Draco smiled.
Hermione looked up at him then and returned his smile. "It's a lot more fun when you get to eat what you make without running the chance of permanent damage or disfigurement if something goes wrong." She turned back to her work, "I hope we like our crepes the same way, I've never cooked for anyone else so I just make things how I like them."
"Never?" Draco leaned against the countertop next to the stove where Hermione was beginning to spoon batter onto the hot pan and spreading it into a circle.
"Never." Hermione turned towards Draco as the batter began to heat up.
"Well I've never had anyone cook something especially for me before, so this will be a first for both of us," Draco said softly.
"It will be nice to be appreciated," Hermione said just as quietly.
"Hermione, I…" Draco was cut off by Hermione swearing softly under her breath and turning back towards the crepe that was starting to burn.
"Damn it! Oh well, I'll make more," Hermione turned back to Draco, not meeting his eyes. "Can you go find some things we can put on top? Honey, chocolate, powdered sugar, that kind of thing?"
Draco nodded, his mouth watering at the thought of eating those foods off of Hermione's body, her nipples, and her lips. The room had become suddenly very hot and Draco moved into the next room to find the ingredients Hermione had asked for.
When he got back, Hermione had set up a plate of crepes with two glasses of water and spoons for the fillings. "Bon Appétit" she grinned and motioned towards the food.
"Hermione, this looks delicious!" Draco pulled up a chair and started spreading nutella on the top crepe. He folded it into a pocket and took his first bite. A deep moan escaped his lips. "Oh good lord, this is fantastic! You should be a professional crepe-maker, I swear!"
Hermione smiled and sat back in her chair, enjoying watching Draco enjoy her food. His moans of approval made her think about the real reason she had brought him down to the kitchens. Slowly, Hermione got up and locked the doors, quietly casting silencing spells as she went so they wouldn't disturb the sleeping house elves.
Draco, now onto his second crepe of strawberry jam and powdered sugar, didn't notice as Hermione sat next to him. He hadn't realized how hungry he was after all of his scheming and sexual tension. A soft laugh from Hermione drew his attention towards her.
She was sitting on the chair next to him, her legs spread slightly, and her eyes blazing in the heat from the fire in the hearth next to them. A slow smile spread over her lips and she leaned in towards his frozen face, reaching her thumb to softly brush the corner of his mouth.
Draco's breath caught in his throat as she lifted her thumb to her mouth and sucked. Licking her lips, she whispered "Strawberry, good choice."
Draco wiped his mouth, managing to get off the rest of the offending strawberry jam. "The honey is pretty good too, maybe you should try some of that." His body still frozen in place with surprise and desire, he could only watch as Hermione dipped a finger in the jar of honey and brought it to her lips. Her tongue reached out to catch a drip racing down her finger and Draco let out a moan. Hermione smiled and took her whole finger into her mouth.
"Sweet" she said softly. Hermione stood up then and settled herself on Draco's lap. He groaned as her hot core made contact with his aching cock through his sweat pants. Hermione leaned in to kiss him but he lifted two fingers to her lips.
"Wait… there are some things I have to say."
'I must be crazy' Draco thought to himself. 'Isn't this what I wanted? Hermione wild and willing and in my lap, offering herself to me? Gods this woman has made me lose my mind, I swear.'
Hermione sat back on his lap and drew her robe closer around herself. Leg by leg she got up off his lap and sat on the table next to him. "Draco, if you don't want to, I'll understand. I know I rejected you before and you've probably moved on and here I am throwing myself at you and you probably thinking I'm some kind of scarlet woman." She rambled, her head in her hands, until he interrupted her.
Draco laughed, "Scarlet woman? Hermione, I want you. Too much. That's what I need to talk to you about. I…There are some things you need to know. About me, I mean. "
Hermione nodded confused, prompting him to continue.
"When we first started getting to know each other, I told myself that it was just so that I could sleep with you at the end, that all of this talking that we were doing was just to get in your knickers. But then I started sharing these things with you, private things, things I'd never told anyone, and I didn't know why. It's true that you were the first person to turn me down in a long time, and its true that you are unbelievably attractive and sexy and its true that every time you bend over I get a hard on." Draco smiled at her then, and Hermione laughed, blushing before he continued.
"But I felt this compulsion to open up to you! I kept trying to tell myself that I shouldn't trust you, that you would betray me like everyone else, mock me, and move on. But you…you make me feel safe, Hermione! You make me finally feel like myself. The self I can only be when I'm alone, and now, with you. I never expected…I never wanted…but now…"
Draco trailed off and it was a moment before he started speaking again, his eyes glued to the fire. "I don't talk about…feelings…a lot. And its really difficult for me to trust people but, I guess what I wanted to say before this goes any further, is that I do, trust you I mean."
Hermione felt her mouth fall open, after getting to know him she knew how huge it was for Draco to say that he trusted her. The silence in the kitchen was so heavy she couldn't move. She hoped to god that he would continue; say something else, anything else, so that she wouldn't have to.
He looked down at his hands and continued, hardly believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. "And right now, this…this friendship, means more to me than anything else in my life. I can't risk that. I don't want to go back to being the way I was. I… I can't lose you because we give into the sexual chemistry we have without emotion involved. Because for me, its too late for that."
He looked up at her again then, their eyes met.
"Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?" He forced a laugh.
Hermione slowly ran her fingers through her hair. "So what you are saying is that you don't want to have artificial emotionless sex with me anymore? You want to have meaningful sex that…that might actually lead to something?"
Draco's heart beat faster. 'Oh god, I came on too strong. She thinks I'm a sap. How could I be such an idiot?'
"Well yeah…" He said quietly. "But if you don't think that's a good idea then I…I can just go and we can just go back to friends, or roommates or whatever we were before and just…" Draco rambled until Hermione interrupted him.
Her lips pressed against his and her hands cupping his chin angled his face towards hers. Softly at first and then gaining in intensity, she pushed her lips against his. Electricity shot from her lips to her toes and back to her lips again, spreading warmth and pleasure throughout her body from her fingertips to her slick cunt. That feeling was all she needed to know she had made the right choice. She was finished with detached sex she had been having with Ron. She was ready for a connection, something she hadn't let herself feel since things had fallen apart with Ron until she began to have those feelings of hope and trust again with Draco.
Draco's mind had gone blank. The minute Hermione's lips pressed to his he had become like a stone in his chair, unable to move, unable to think, unable to react. He felt her mouth press harder against his, her lips fitting perfectly against his, soft and firm at the same time. As if by instinct, his arms moved up the backs of her legs and silk covered behind to rest on the small of her back and pull her closer to him. One hand slid further up her back to tangle in her hair and hold her against him.
The feeling of those wild curls in his fingers, just as smooth and tousled as he had been imagining all year, brought a moan to his lips. His lips vibrated against hers as they parted and Hermione groaned reflexively in response. She pulled back from Draco and looked into his eyes, dark and filled with lust.
"I don't want to just be friends anymore. I'm ready for this if you are, Malfoy." She raised her eyes playfully.