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Chapter Five

Rock You Baby

Hermione felt a jolt of electricity from her lips down to her toes when he kissed her. She hardly let herself dare to believe that Draco Malfoy had just – was still – kissing her. In that moment when their lips connected everything in the world fell away. It was just the two of them, alone in his parlor… she was no longer a governess, and he was no longer a master. They were merely two people, together but dreadfully alone, who wanted each other desperately.

It was because of this that Hermione let herself go and she fell into the kiss and kissed Draco back fervently. Her arms snaked around his neck and he pulled her even closer as he massaged her lips with his own before he gently slipped his tongue into her mouth to touch hers.

There was that jolt of electricity again.

She gave a slight gasp and responded, letting their tongues dance together… lazily at first, and then quicker and more passionately. Soon there was no space left between them at all as she was pressed close against his body. She could feel his muscles moving, feel the warmth of his body…

Feel the evidence of his arousal against her thigh…

"Hermione," he groaned through the kiss, when she gently pressed her thigh against him.

"Mmm…" was all she replied, moving her kisses to his neck.

"I want you."

"I want you too," she murmured into his skin. She didn't care that she hadn't had sex in years, didn't care that he was her employer, didn't care that it could ruin the friendship they had so precariously built… She had never wanted anyone so desperately before in her life. Desire had washed over her as suddenly as a waterfall and her body was eager to meet that need.

Before she was fully aware of what was happening, he'd lifted her into his arms and was carrying her up the stairs and leading her to – what she only assumed must be – his room.

Perhaps if she had been in a different state of mind, she would have taken more notice of the look of his room, but all she really managed to notice was that the color scheme and furniture style were similar to what was contained in her room, but that Draco's room was on the east wing while hers was on the west. That was all that the back of her mind had the time and energy to process before he laid her down on the bed, continuing to kiss her all the while. He moved his lips from her mouth down to her jawline, and then onto her neck. After teasing her a bit, he found the crook of her neck where it met her shoulder and gently bit down.

He got a hefty moan of pleasure in response and made a mental note.

She, meanwhile, was fumbling down the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them as quickly as she could. His shirt soon stood open, revealing a pale but toned torso underneath. He was straddling her, on his knees, so the shirt fell away from his body easily but, of course, was still held to him by the arms. She tugged at it to give him a hint and he quickly sat up, shrugged it off, and then resumed his business about her neck, driving her absolutely insane with need and desire. It had been ages since she'd felt sensations like this… and she was loving every second of it.

Draco was now likewise unbuttoning her blouse – while still kissing on her neck – with motions as smooth as silk.

She tried not to think about how many times he'd probably done this before… which was made very easy when he finally got her shirt open (revealing a plain black bra – she was suddenly self conscious about not wearing something slightly more seductive) and began nibbling at her collarbones. She yelped in surprise and pleasure.

"Good?" he asked, glancing up at her.

"Yes…" she answered, panting a little. No one had ever done that before… He just smirked and slowly guided her to a sitting position, where he removed her shirt and, practically in the same motion, unhooked her bra. Her breath caught when she felt the elastic release its hold and she held that breath as his eyes locked with hers while he slowly pulled the bra down her arms and let it slide over her hands and onto the floor where their shirts resided. She felt her body slowly let out the breath as he laid her back down and lowered his head down to hers and captured her mouth in another kiss, lingering and needy.

As he kissed her, his right hand slowly graced up her side and eventually landed on her breast. Her nipple felt hard beneath his palm as he rubbed and caressed. He was finding it more and more difficult to take things slowly… He gave her nipple a tentative pinch and she jerked beneath him and she let out what he thought sounded like a purr… He tried again and she made the same noise, but she didn't seem to be stopping him, so he continued.

Hermione's mind was going wild. They were hardly doing anything at all and she wanted him more desperately that she'd ever wanted anything in her whole life.

At least, that's what it felt like…

"Ohhh, Draco…" she cooed when he took her nipple in his mouth. He fondled the other while he nipped and sucked at it for a few moments, then kissed his way down her stomach until he was at the button of her jeans.

"May I?" he asked, pulling at the button with two fingers.

"Please do…" she said quietly, hardly daring to believe what was happening. He unfastened her jeans with ease and soon they joined the rest of their clothes on the floor and she was left only in a black thong.

She felt totally and utterly exposed… and she surprisingly found that she liked it.

He looked down at her body appreciatively. A slight tan, just enough to give her color… surprisingly toned considering she wasn't that active of a person… perfect C-cup breasts that fit into his hands like they were made for them…

She was beautiful. And she was his.

At least for tonight.

Unable to wait any longer, he slipped a finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, as well, tossing them aside. Her center was totally hairless – magically, he assumed, knowing Hermione – and he could see she was already wet for him. He ran his hand up her leg gently before his middle finger came to rest lightly on her clit.

She moaned at the contact and he smirked, then started slowly stroking her, watching her reactions to see what she liked and loved, and then quickly thrust his finger inside her.

She yelled in pleasure, and Draco paused a moment. He grabbed his wand off the bedside table and pointed it at the door, muttering "Silencio" as he did so.

"Good idea… she murmured, but his finger was already back inside her and she could say no more. He started slow but quickly sped up and then added another finger, then another, until he had her positively screaming in pleasure. He then began rubbing her clit with his thumb while he thrust his fingers into her and he saw her hands dig into the bedcovers like claws. He felt her get tighter around him and he knew she was going to have an orgasm just from this. Latching on to this knowledge, he never slowed down and only got faster and harder, watching her squirm and listening to her moan until—

"Oh my God!" she screamed, as he felt her contracting around his fingers. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!"

"Is it good?" he growled.

"Yes!"

"Do you like it?"

"YES! Ohhh, God…" she moaned as she came down from the high. That had been one of the best orgasms of her life... and all he did was finger her…

She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe she was in bed with Draco Malfoy. She couldn't believe that he actually wanted her…

She had to force herself to stop thinking that way. Just shut up and enjoy it, she told herself. It's not every day that—

"Ohhhhh…" she moaned, and her eyes closed in ecstasy. His mouth had found its way between her legs and he was licking and sucking at her and giving her sensations she'd never felt before…

As soon as he tasted her, he knew he would have a hard time stopping. She was deliciously sweet with just a little bit of tang, and she was so wet that her juices coated his tongue repeatedly. He'd started slow but soon sped up, alternating between licking her and tongue-fucking her, until he finally fastened his lips around her clit and sucked while he thrust his finger inside her again.

"Ohhhh, Fuck yes…" he heard her moan. Hmm, he'd never heard her use that word before… He added another finger and thrust harder and switched to licking.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" she cried. "God, yes Draco…" He smirked inwardly knowing that he could make goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger say such dirty words. He felt her tightening and suddenly became aware that she was going to come again.

His mouth combined with his fingers felt amazing. She couldn't believe the kinds of things he was making her feel. She was going to come – again, already – she just knew it. She felt it building and building, felt the pleasure increase exponentially, felt that tingling sensation from her fingers to her toes…

She yelled even louder this time.

Draco was loving every second of pleasuring her, and he adored feeling her come onto his tongue, but his arousal was becoming too persistent and painful to ignore. Once he'd let her ride out her second orgasm and lapped up the rest of her juices, he sat up in the bed and fumbled with his belt buckle.

"Here, let me," she said when she noticed, and sat up and knelt in front of him. She met his lips with hers and kissed him longingly while she unbuckled his belt, slid it out of the loops, and dropped it onto the floor with a clank. She moved down and kissed his neck and shoulders while she undid his slacks, then gave him a gentle nudge so he fell onto his back on the bed and she gingerly pulled them – and his silk boxers – off and onto the floor.

Now it was her turn to dominate.

She knelt between his legs and bent over him, kissing all the way down his chest, his abs, his hips… until her mouth was finally resting just overtop of his cock. He was hard and ready, she knew – and big… - but she wanted to play, first…

He gasped when her breath danced over the tip of his cock. He wanted her mouth so fucking badly.

"God, Hermione, just suck it…" he groaned, and shuddered when he felt her tongue slip out and lightly brush him.

She smirked. So needy… She licked him once, twice, three times, before she slowly took an inch or two into her mouth, sucking gently. He moaned and she knew it was a combination of pleasure and impatience, so she slowly lowered herself down until he was almost all the way in.

"Mmmm, fuck yes, Hermione…" he moaned, and she started moving her mouth up and down slowly. His reactions only increased, so she got faster and faster, finding just the right combination of tongue and pressure until she felt him bucking beneath her.

She didn't want him coming – not yet – so she slowly brought her mouth to a stop, lifted herself up, and met his eyes.

"I want you inside me…" she growled, crawling upwards so her center was positioned just overtop of his cock. She kissed him deeply before he replied.

"God I want it too…"

"Then what are we waiting for?" she asked, smirking, and slowly but surely lowered herself down onto him.

She was so tight. Oh God, she was so tight. She was so fucking tight. How was it even possible for someone to be so tight and wet and warm and…

"Oh, fuck..." he moaned, as she slid the rest of the way down onto him. He felt her contract her muscles around him, then she leaned down for another kiss. As she kissed him she started moving slowly up and down, up and down… and when she could take it no longer, she broke the kiss, sat up, and rode him hard.

Draco was absolutely speechless with pleasure. She looked fantastic bouncing on top of him, her mouth open as she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy… He'd never slept with anyone so exceedingly good at cowgirl, he almost didn't want her to stop…

"Oh, fuck, Draco! Oh God… Yes… Yes… YES… Ohhhhh, God!" she screamed, and he felt her coming again around him. While she was still going, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over to missionary position and thrust into her just as hard if not harder than she'd been riding him.

His timing was perfect. He kept her orgasm going, and just when she'd started to come down, he'd give a particularly deep thrust and it would come back again. Over and over he made her come while she watched him on top of her, while he kissed her, felt her, knew her…

"Oh fuck, Hermione, God, I'm going to come…" he groaned. His last bit of energy went into his last few thrusts, harder and faster than the rest, until he felt himself explode, felt himself spilling inside of her…

He slowed to a stop, both of them panting, then leaned down and kissed her as he pulled out of her.

"That was… so amazing…" Hermione managed to say, turning her head to look at him.

"God yes, it was…" he replied.

"I'm so… so tired…" Hermione mumbled, her eyes slowly closing.

"Go to sleep, Hermione," he said gently, kissing her on the forehead.

"Mmm…" she moaned. Her breathing gradually slowed and eventually he knew she'd fallen asleep. He gingerly got out of the bed so he didn't wake her and threw on a pair of flannel pants. He began slowly pacing around his room.

I just slept with my governess. I just slept with Hermione Granger. I just slept with Harry Potter's best friend.

Every new way he thought it just made it sound worse.

I just slept with Hermione Granger… and it was absolutely amazing…

Well… fuck.

He stopped his pacing and stared at her. She was already in a deep sleep.

She couldn't wake up in his bed. He'd have to move her. Sighing, he grabbed his wand off the bedside table again and slowly opened his bedroom door, looking all the way down the hallway to make sure Scorpius wasn't awake for some reason and that Dmitry and Davius weren't roaming about. Finding the coast clear, he pointed his wand at Hermione.

"Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered, and she rose a few inches off the bed. Slowly, he guided her to the door and carefully out of it, then down the hallway. She never once stirred or opened her eyes, just slept on. Soon he had her lying on her own bed. But she was still naked…

He glanced around the room and saw her nightdress hanging on the desk chair. He grabbed it, then laid it next to her and transfigured it onto her body. Still, she didn't wake.

Having a sudden thought, he levitated her again about a foot off the bed and pulled the covers down to the footboard. He then gently lowered her, removed the charm, and carefully pulled the covers over top of her. She seemed to somehow be aware of this and squirmed beneath them, then turned over to her side, but never fully awoke. He stared at her for a moment, then saw the parchment on her desk.

He'd have to leave for a while. He couldn't face her tomorrow. Couldn't face himself tomorrow. Not after that.

He used her quill to pen her a quick note, sealed it in an envelope, and laid it carefully on the pillow next to her. By the time she woke up in the morning he'd be far away and hopefully clearing his thoughts and conscience.

He looked at her one last time – she was still beautiful, even in sleep – before he walked quietly out of her room and closed the door gently behind him.