A/N: For those who enjoyed The Broken Hearts Club, here is part 2, with thanks to my beautiful beta, xxDustNight88 x
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"So tell me Granger, what do you like?" He asked her, watching her intently, his chin cupped in his hand, elbow rested on the table, as she ran her fingertip along the rim of her wine glass.
Hermione smiled softly, a rosy hue tainting her honey kissed complexion. "I like cancelled plans and empty bookstores," she replied wistfully. "I like rainy days and thunderstorms, and quiet coffee shops." Her smile deepened as her fingers curled around the stem of the glass as he continued to watch her intently. "I like messy beds and over-worn pyjamas." She lifted her glass, catching his eye. "Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings," she stated before taking a sip of the crisp white wine.
Draco hummed as he reached for her other hand, turning it over in his hands. He traced his fingers over the lines of her palm, his gaze meeting hers as she lowered the glass slowly to the table. He watched her gulp nervously as her blush deepened under his intense gaze.
Smiling, eyes not leaving hers, he lifted her hand, placing a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist, relishing in the delightful little gasp that escaped her lips. Her teeth bit down ever so gently on the bottom one. Reaching forward, he cupped her cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb over her freckled cheekbone. Her eyes closed slightly as she leaned into his touch.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione nodded almost imperceptibly as he tugged her from the booth they occupied.
Once outside, she apparated them to her flat before he could utter the cliched question. Taking her wand from her clutch, she deftly unlocked the charms, feeling him press against her as they stumbled into the hallway. He pressed her up against the wall, his eyes locking with hers as his lips hesitated a hairsbreadth from hers. Running his tongue along her bottom lip teasingly, he felt her fingers slide into his hair, gripping slightly. She felt his arousal as the moan fell from her lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she opened up to him. He ran a hand along her thigh as he gripped it, hitching her leg up on his waist and pushing her dress further, exposing her to him. His fingers slide across her lace knickers which damped under his ministrations causing him to groan. Pushing the fabric away, he slid two fingers into her hot core, his thumb brushing over her clit. With expert precision, he brought her skillfully to her first orgasm of the night, delighting in the way she shuddered under his touch, as she clung to his shoulders desperately. Picking her up, he carried her through the flat, following her gasped directions to her bedroom.
He deposited her gently on the bed, shedding his clothes as she tore the dress up over her body, dropping it to the floor. He grinned at her emerald lace underwear as he climbed over her, like a hunter about to devour it's prey. His lips found hers once more, her fingers wrapping delicately around his length, guiding it to her entrance. They both hissed as he slid into her, stilling for a moment as she adjusted to his length and girth. He kissed her gently, remaining still until she arched her back, rocking up to meet him as he began to thrust. Together, they found their rhythm, matching the other, thrust for thrust as her fingers slid between her slick folds to tease her clit. Crying out his name, she came undone once more, as his thrusting became more frantic, his fingers gripping her milky flesh. White light flashed across his psyche as he found his completion deep within her. He had never experienced anything so intense before, and he found himself repeating her name like a litany as he crashed down, sweat dripping from every pore.
Tugging her into him, he just caught her contented sigh as sleep consumed him, knowing that she was now his, he hoped, forever.
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