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Chapter 8: Sweet Dreams

Draco was down to his trousers before we could reach the bedroom.

I was like a woman starved. My hands greedily roamed every lean, lithe inch of his torso while my eyes drank in the sight, and God, I thought he was beautiful. There was a light smattering of silken hair on his chest and a downy trail of white-blond hair that started on his stomach just beneath the navel and disappeared into his trousers.

His body was firm and the muscles sinewy under my hands.

In the dim light, he was flawless except for a scar that ran from his left collar bone to wrap toward his right side, like he'd been slashed. Absently, I traced my fingers over it. It was shiny and flat-- a very old scar.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"Potter hexed me in sixth year," he said. His voice was cool, carefully blank.

I remembered that Harry had used some spell he'd never even heard of before on Draco. He told me about the blood, so much blood, and how Snape had saved Draco that night. It had been stupid of Harry to use magic he didn't know. I leaned forward and traced the tip of my tongue along his one imperfection. He didn't make a sound, except for a barely audible intake of breath.

I let my hands follow the trail of my lips and continue up over the pebbled nipples on his chest. I lingered there, nipping, touching, and tasting until he gently grabbed my wrists and pulled me away.

He slid my dress down, letting it pool at my feet. I was now clad in only my dark-blue satin bra and knickers that I'd chosen because they were virtually seamless and invisible under my garments. Now, watching Draco's face watch me, I discovered that it served an entirely different purpose.

A look crossed him that I might have called pained if we had been in any other situation. The way he looked at my body was incredibly erotic. A blush that heated me from head to toe slowly spread over my body, leaving a tingling sensation in my extremities.

He smirked. "My turn."

It didn't take long to figure out what he meant.

He held me just below the rib cage, his long fingers massaging over the soft flesh there. He watched me with his lips slightly parted as his hands slid up, tortuously slow, and stopped just at the edge of my bra. He looked questioningly at me, and I understood his request for permission. I covered his hands in mine, and together we cupped my breasts through the satiny material. I dropped my hands, and he took over. My breasts filled his hands, and he rolled my already sensitive nipples between his fingers until they were furled tightly at his touch.

My eyes fluttered, and my head fell forward. Draco worked my breasts, kneading and rolling the nipples, the sensations echoing deep in lower parts of my body. And too suddenly, it was over. I hazily sensed his fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra. I tried to help him when he made a small sound of frustration.

"No," he said, grabbing my wrists, "let me."

I silently urged him to free my breasts the best way I knew how. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, slowly and softly. I savored the texture of his lips and the taste of his mouth. It was spicy-sweet, like cinnamon. He calmed under my gentle kiss and suddenly the offending garment had vanished.

He used his thumbs to massage slow circles over both nipples before bending to take one into his mouth. He suckled and licked at it before releasing it with a 'pop' and moving to the other. Finally he gave my nipples a particularly sharp pinch, and I cried out. I bucked against him, rubbing my sensitive peaks along his chest in the process.

I let him back me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing me to sit. It was fine with me; my legs were as weak as water anyway.

But the rest of me burned, and suddenly, this wasn't going fast enough. I wanted to see, to touch, every inch of him. He leaned in to kiss me but froze when I slid one hand up along his inner thigh. I firmly cupped him. He was so hard and ready for me. Draco emitted a sound that seemed to resonate deep in his chest. It was easily the most erotic sound I'd ever heard.

He stepped out of my hands and quickly began to undo the trousers. I glanced at his face and found that he was still watching me. His eyes were so unguarded that I couldn't look away. It was the one occasion that I'd seen everything he was feeling in that moment plain on his face. Desire, sex — fear?

The clinking of his belt buckle pulled me from my trance, and I let my eyes travel down his body to where his trousers had stretched over his groin, leaving nothing to the imagination. I ignored my inner voice that worried about everything, and before I could stop myself, I reached forward and slipped a finger into a belt loop, bringing Draco forward between my knees.

Once I began, there was no going back. I was as eager as Draco's hands had felt when he'd been fumbling with my bra. I had to force my brain to focus on one thing at a time: first unbutton, then unzip ….

Air escaped my lungs in short panting gasps. I brought his trousers and pants down over the swell of his buttocks. I lightly drug my nails over the fleshy area as I brought my hands forward to grasp his trousers and pants in the front, lifting out and down.

I swallowed. My heart beat like a trapped thing. He was as beautiful here as he was all over the rest of his body; straight and long and thick. Skin, so pale I could see the pinkish flush of blood underneath, jutting proudly from the pale hair at its base. I didn't think. My hands drifted up the back of his thighs to cup his bum with both hands.

"Hermione, you don't have to do this," Draco said. His voice was breathy and indicated the level of his desire.

But, I wanted this so badly I could feel the answering throb below in synch with my heartbeat.

I said nothing, but I took him in my hand and gently squeezed. His breathing quickened, but he otherwise remained passive and allowed me to acquaint myself.

I savored the feel of him in my hand. So thick and hard and impossibly soft in the same instant like pulsing steel overlaid with silk. It was hotter than the rest of him and almost seemed to throb with a heartbeat of its own. I stroked him, using my thumb to spread the fluid that beaded at its tip.

I was entranced. The soft moans Draco emitted were immensely satisfying and arousing. Suddenly, as the thought came to me, I leaned forward and softly, barely brushed my lips against the smooth, hot head.

A sharp gasp forced my eyes up, and Draco watched me with that look of pleasure-pain on his face. He put a hand on my shoulder and blindly reached out with the other for anything to hold onto, catching nothing but air. Encouraged, I parted my lips and let him slide past my lip and deep into my mouth. I marveled of the feel of him in my mouth, resting on my tongue. I pulled back, sucking hard and leaving him shining with my saliva. Forward again, this time a little deeper, a little faster. I let one hand drift between his legs and cup his delicate sac.

I moved faster, alternating between swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking him deep into my mouth, all the time holding, stroking his scrotum. Draco began making a low keening sound deep in his throat. Both hands were now tangled loosely in my hair. His hips lightly swayed back and forth, and I tasted that first saltiness of him and knew he was close.

"Ah-ah, please, Hermione, stop," he pleaded. His voice quivered in a choked whisper.

I drew back one last time, and he grabbed my shoulder and went up on his toes. "Please! I don't want to come like this."

He shuddered as he slid from between my lips only to remain suspended in mid-air. I leaned back to see his face. He was breathing as if he'd just run the length of a Quidditch pitch. He was sweating, and his face was flushed red enough to match the so-hard bit of him bobbing in front of my face. He stepped out of his trousers and only then did I realize that Draco was now completely nude. I looked at him, all of him. He was lean and fair, very randy, and it was all for me--like some kind of fay from my sexual dreams.

"I love that look on your face," Draco said.

"What look?" I asked, embarrassed that I had been caught ogling him so openly. He climbed onto the bed and brought himself up beside me, brushing his tip along my thigh. I was acutely aware of how hard he was and the trail of his own moisture he left.

He kissed a line from my cheek to my ear and spoke, sending hot air dancing over my sensitive skin. "That look of complete and utter hunger," he whispered, "as if you are starving, and I am your meal."

I looked at him then. I'd had a sarcastic comment on the tip of my tongue about waxing poetic but the look on his face stopped me.

"Like you're looking at me now," I barely whispered.

He smirked and leaned forward to kiss me. I quickly forgot my embarrassment as he used fingers, tongue and teeth to tune my body like an instrument, tweaking me here and there. He was so good with the foreplay. He drew it out until my body was feverish with want, and suddenly, his hand glided over the softness of my belly and into my panties without any further preamble.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I made whimpering noises as he worked me between my legs. Making small circles and flicking, back and forth, over that small nub of pleasure. One finger deftly traced my opening then slid deep inside.

He made a strangled noise that almost sounded like, "Wet." I finally focused on his face again. He was so concentrated on me, so intense … so hot. I reached up and drew him into another deep, soulful kiss.

He flexed and flicked his fingers with surety against that place inside of me. It tore our mouths apart with a smacking sound. I nearly bit my lip in half trying to hold in some of the obscene noises coming from some place deep inside me. Suddenly, I reached down and held his hand steady while I moved myself against him.

"Yes," he urged. "Please come for me." He dipped his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.

I felt it building up inside, pulling me back like an archer would his bow. One last flick of his thumb and stroke of his fingers sent me over. Flung from my body, I was suddenly soaring with nothing but Draco's hands to bring me back. And he did. Then sent me over again and again, moaning and writhing, before I thought to try and tell him to stop. It was too much. It felt too good.

Distantly, I heard Draco say something. It sounded like a spell based on the cadence of his voice, but beyond that I couldn't bring myself to care. I was still settling back into my body when I felt Draco slide my panties down and off. We were both now completely naked. I felt him move between my legs. I opened my eyes and his face was there. He inhaled deeply and shuddered. He eyed me through a curtain of dark lashes as he lowered his face between my legs.

"My turn," he whispered.

Long slow licks, plundering fingers and deep pulls of his mouth had me grinding myself against him most obscenely. He had barely begun before I was pulling him up to me, kissing him and tasting myself on his mouth. I wanted him inside me so badly I could have wept.

"Please, make love to me, Draco."

I spread my legs in invitation offering everything I had. I lowered one hand to stroke the thick length against my belly. I could see the strain on his face, the control it took not to drive himself home, drive me into the mattress. "Are you sure?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and said the only thing I could, "God, yes."

That seemed to be enough because, slowly, he sunk himself inside until I felt him pressed against my body. He sighed as though sinking sore muscles into a hot bath. He just rested and let his eyes close.

I watched him in fascination as he slowly came back. As he opened those hungry eyes and eventually focused on my face.

He swallowed. "So wet. So tight." His voice lilted on the end.

I watched Draco pull himself out of my body and back in. The sight of it was too much, and I suddenly didn't care about the noises I made. He was surprisingly thicker than I would have thought. Even with my body more than ready for him, I could feel every inch of him work its way inside, caressing my walls. He worked in and out, in and out eventually finding his own careful rhythm.

"Harder," I managed between breaths. My voice was lower, a deep contralto.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. He didn't move harder, but spread his legs, lowered his body so that he moved deeper. I lifted my legs higher, and wrapped them around his body.

"Draco, please you won't hurt me."

He shook his head, never stopping that steady pumping into my body. "No, it's been too long; I don't want to hurt you. Next time —"

"I thought — I just told you — that you don't need to protect me."

He stopped, still sheathed inside my body.

"Please, don't stop."

He waited the space of another heartbeat, studying my face through lidded gray eyes. Finally, he pulled me to him, angling my hips just a bit. If possible, it was even deeper this way, and I felt him all the way inside, like inhaling him with each breath. Yes.

"Harder," I whispered.

Then he was fucking me. That was the only word for it. It was hard and fast and loud. I felt like there was something I should be remembering, but I couldn't think. I could only concentrate on the sound of flesh slapping flesh, on the wave of pleasure each time he passed over that spot inside of me. We moved together, rising and falling in tandem. I was begging and screaming unintelligible things and pulling the sheets.

Through all of that, I managed to hear Draco calling my name. "Hermione, Hermione look at me." His voice was strained and breathy.

I did. I fought not to close my eyes and to watch his face contort with pleasure. I watched the strange fire burn through the cool color of his eyes. Then the orgasm hit me. That deep, muscle clenching, toe-cracking kind of orgasm that should have liquefied my brain. I didn't even feel it coming, one moment I was lost to his eyes the next I was weeping with pleasure. My body trembled and clenched around Draco's, and he cried out. He lost the rhythm to erratic, fitful thrusts.

His hands clenched my hips, digging in almost painfully when he came. I welcomed it. "Fuck, yessss," he hissed.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Draco's face slack, his lips parted. His short hair clung to his forehead. There was something almost effeminate about his face in contrast to the straining muscles in his arms and neck. He spasmed and groaned and then, it caught me again, and we both rode the waves of pleasure to the end.

Draco collapsed off to my side. I was thankful. I could barely move, and I didn't want to smother beneath his chest. I wrapped my arms around him as he laid trembling and twitching in my arms. His heart matched mine with its fierce thudding.

"Merlin, Hermione, you … God." he said. I didn't know what to say to that, so I said nothing.

We lay like that until the dried sweat chilled our bodies. Draco moved first. He found his wand some place near his clothes, and cleaned the combined juices from our bodies. Then, he turned off the light and pulled the sheets back. We climbed underneath them and automatically assumed the spooning position. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to the heat of his body. I could feel the heaviness of sleep crawling over us.

"I never would have pegged you for a screamer," Draco said in that relaxed, sated voice everyone assumes after a really good orgasm.

I didn't even open my eyes. "I knew you would ruin it some how."

I could feel the rumbling in his chest when he chuckled. "What do you mean?"

I didn't have to see his face to know his eyes shone with mischief; I could hear it in his voice. It felt sort of surreal, like, I couldn't really be lying here in Draco Malfoy's arms after the best sex I'd had in years. Possibly ever. If it hadn't been for the fact that I could feel the warmth of his body pressed against me, I might not have believed it was real.

"You know what I mean," I said finally.

"I just mean, it was a surprise … and very hot to see you completely let go, hand yourself over to your senses."

He was right. I couldn't argue. I'd thought of nothing, seen nothing except the feel of Draco's body in mine. It could be dangerous, being so gone to your senses. But if you couldn't let go during sex, when could you?

Then, I remembered.

I sat up so quickly that Draco did too, startled. "Oh, no, no, no, no," I repeated. I'd forgotten the contraceptive spell. It was so irresponsible! It was so unlike me. And it was too late. The spell must be cast before intercourse, and there were no retroactive spells or potions. Sure it was only one time, but I've heard the saying; all it takes is one time to last a lifetime. Damn.

I looked at Draco. "What?" he asked looking bewildered.

"We forgot the contraceptive spell."

I felt the alarm flow from him like water. His face softened, and he fell back into the pillows, casually propping an arm behind his head. "Oh."

"Oh? I could be getting pregnant right this instant and all you have to say is 'oh'? Pardon me if I am the only one of us here that realizes the repercussions this could bring. I cannot have a baby right now. I especially cannot have your baby …"

His face was blank. "Sorry? What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," I said, turning to fully face him, "just what I said."

"Would it really be that bad?"

"Yes, Draco, it most certainly would!"

He was thoughtful for only a moment. "Don't worry, I remembered to cast the spell. I was careful not to sully your body with the Malfoy seed."

I frantically replayed the last hour in my head. I did remember Draco saying some kind of spell. And it had been before intercourse. Relief washed over me but was quickly replaced with embarrassment and remorse. I'd hurt his feelings. Draco was clearly pouting … in the manliest way possible, of course.

Through the patch of light coming in through the window, I could see that the sheet covered everything below his waist, but his upper body was bare. Watching the silvered smoothness of his torso in the moonlight made me pull the sheet to cover mine. I suddenly felt very ordinary next to him. I forced my eyes to meet his. His gray eyes looked otherworldly in the play of light and shadows.

"Draco, I didn't mean—"

"You meant exactly what you said, remember?" he said. He was angry, but at least he wasn't leaving. I could fix this.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did mean it."

I couldn't believe we were actually having this conversation. It was all hypothetical, but still… I sighed.

"No, what I meant was I'm not ready to have a baby right now and especially with you because we aren't ready. Can you imagine the complications of having gotten me pregnant? Tradition is —"

"I know what the tradition is; I am to wed you if I impregnate you," he said.

"Exactly. How will we explain to our family and friends an engagement when we only became familiar with each other in the last month? Not only that. It's Hermione and Draco. Even I don't believe it sometimes. It would hurt the people we love and complicate our lives more than either of us is ready to handle at the moment."

"What have I told you about me making my own decisions? I wasn't lying before. I don't give a shit about what others think."

Yes, he'd said that before, but I didn't believe it. No matter how much a person changes, they can't change everything about themselves. They wouldn't be themselves anymore. From the moment I met him, everything Draco had done had been for the approval of someone else. For him to say he didn't care at all, I couldn't — wouldn't believe it.

I ignored the voice in my head that argued the opposition. He'd introduced me to his friends, which was bound to get back to his parents. He was here, and he was upset that I'd nearly had a fit at the thought of being pregnant by him. Then, something occurred to me.

"Draco, you don't really want to get me pregnant, do you?" I asked because he couldn't. Not really. Why would he? That would mean he had entertained the thought of being married to me, and that was too weird. Damn near farfetched. It had only been three weeks. Still stranger things have happened, maybe.

"No, don't be ridiculous. Now let's stop all the talking. You keep teasing me with that sheet, and I can't take it any longer."

He pulled the sheet from me, exposing my breasts to the moonlight and his hungry eyes. I was still puzzling over the conversation when he pulled me to him and captured my mouth in a kiss. It wasn't long before I was lost once again to my senses. The conversation was deferred, and Draco had conceded. But somewhere, deep inside, I knew that it wasn't over.

Still, I remembered the spell this time.


AN: So sorry for the long break. Next chapter will be much sooner. Thanks for being patient!