Chapter Nine; First night together, discussions and heartbreak
Hermione watched as Draco dropped her hand, leaving her by the double doors of his bedroom, and walked around his room, moving objects around and pulling others out of drawers.
Hermione was biting her lip and watching Draco walk, the way his clothes clung to his strong body and his long, graceful stride, when Draco suddenly stopped and turned to look right at her. If he noticed her staring he didn't say anything.
"Did you want a bath? I have a rather nice one here." Hermione blushed when she realized how dirty and sweaty she felt. All the fear and the adrenaline rush from seeing Mr Malfoy must've had me sweating more than I'd like to admit!
"Actually, that would be really nice! And, maybe a change of clothes if you've got any I can borrow?" Draco nodded absently and crossed his room to a door and walked in. Hermione tiptoed across the room and peeked inside the door Draco had disappeared into.
Hermione was amazed, inside was a huge walk in wardrobe where the right and back walls were all hanging space and coat hangers for all types of clothes. The right half of the wall closer to Hermione was, at first glance, full of square holes, but looking closer Hermione could see the pairs of shoes peeking out. The half of the wall further away in the corner was decorated with a simple Slytherin green wallpaper and a beautifully crafted antique black velvet, chaise lounge was sitting grandly in the centre of the little space of wall. Hermione guessed the room to be able to comfortably fit at least four king sized beds, standing side by side comfortably, and with room to move between and around each one.
"Like it?" Draco laughed at Hermione's dumbstruck expression. "I live alone yet I have a wardrobe like this … and I barely use half of it." Hermione had already noticed that three quarters of the wardrobe was empty, only a handful of clothes and shoes scattered through the wardrobe.
"Take a step inside and look at the wall you can't see." Draco straightened, pointing at the wall the door was in, and watched as Hermione curiously walked in a few steps and turned around.
"Oh, wow!" Hermione breathed with her eyes wide. The main wall colour was the same green as the wall behind the chaise lounge, but the one decoration on the wall were two huge mirrors, one looked like the outline of a lion standing proudly, and curling under its body, between its legs, was a snake. Hermione wouldn't have been able to tell what the two shapes were if it weren't for the black rubber outline that outlined each separate animal.
Hermione watched in the mirror as Draco walked across the room to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, speaking softly in her ear. "I had the mirror custom made; it was only finished and put up yesterday. I had you in mind, my Gryffindor princess." Hermione cocked her head.
"How does this make you think of me?" Draco trailed kisses up and down Hermione's neck, answering her question in between kisses.
"The brave lion. Is always. Greater than. The cowardly snake." Hermione had closed her eyes and tilted her head away from Draco, giving him better access to her neck. But Draco didn't continue, he chuckled and stepped away to pick up a small bundle of neatly folded clothes from next to him that Hermione hadn't noticed.
"Here you go my Gryffindor Princess. A change of clothes and I'll take you to the bathroom." Draco gave the clothes to Hermione, who bundled them under one arm so that she could reach her other arm out and take Draco's hand in hers.
Draco lead her out the wardrobe and back into his bedroom, but they didn't go much further. "Here we are. Right next door!" Draco opened the door that was almost sharing the same framework as his wardrobes door.
"The green towel is the one I use regularly and any other colours are spare ones." Draco softly placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back and pushed her forward gently. "So, I will leave you to your devices Miss Granger, and I will start cooking dinner for the two of us." Hermione turned and faced Draco with one eyebrow raised.
"You can cook?" Draco shrugged non-committedly.
"Not as well as I would like to. I've inherited a house elf, and until I can fend for myself, Peggie will be helping me out. And Peggie does get paid and she gets holidays and time off is wishes." Hermione smiled, impressed with the blonde.
"I'm surprised with you, Mr Malfoy." Draco smiled.
"I heard all about S.P.E.W. I listened to what you had to say, even though at the time I laughed at you for it. So, now that I'm old enough to be able to stand for myself, I've followed your lead." Hermione beamed at Draco and leapt forward to jump into his arms, hugging him around his neck.
"You're amazing!" Hermione laughed, hugging him tightly. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and held her close for a few moments before letting her go and pushing her back towards the bathroom gently, laughing softly.
"Come on Miss Granger, I don't know about you, but I'm starving after a long day, so I'll get started and you get clean." Hermione laughed and stood up on her tip toes to lightly kiss Draco on the cheek before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind herself.
Draco stood staring at the door for a few moments, just smiling.
She's so amazing. So beautiful.
"Mister Draco called Peggie?" a small squeaky voice came from behind Draco as he heard the water running into the bath on the other side of the door.
"Yes, Peggie. Help me cook something for Miss Hermione. Something filling but nothing messy." Peggie bowed and made her way to kitchen with Draco in tow.
Meanwhile Hermione was walking around the bathroom. It was double the size of Draco's wardrobe, with a massive bath sitting at the far end of the room. It reminded her of the Prefects Bath at Hogwarts, deep and wide enough to swim in, and too many taps to count, each with a different coloured soap.
Draco hasn't let go of his days at Hogwarts. First the Hogwarts themed restaurant, him calling me the Gryffindor Princess, the mirrors, and now the bathroom decorated the same way as the Prefects'.
Once the bath had filled up Hermione turned all the taps off and walked down the mini staircase into the bath, sighing in content as the water lapped over her skin, immediately relaxing her.
Half an hour later Hermione emerged from the bath, having practised her swimming, lathered herself up with at least ten different smelling soaps and simply floated in the water with her eyes closed, feeling completely relaxed and safe for the first time since the war ended. After drying herself off Hermione danced her way down the length of the bathroom, where a huge bathroom vanity and mirror took up the entire wall, except for where the door was, as well as wrapping around the corner and along half of the wall towards the bath. Hermione opened drawers and hunted through them, searching for something, anything that would hold her hair up.
Finally she came across a dull, almost greyish, green suit tie that didn't look too expensive, so she wrapped the main body of it around her head like a headband and used the ends to tie up her bushy hair in a low ponytail. Satisfied with her casual hairdo, Hermione turned to and started unfolding, the small pile of clothes that Draco lent her.
He forgot to give me pants! Hermione sighed. Draco had given her a white button up shirt and a pair of boxers. But boxers weren't quite the same as pants!
What do I do? Hermione held the shirt up against her bare chest, looking at it resting against her body in the mirror. It'll be long enough to pass as a dress … But am I brave enough to walk out, to greet the previous and infamous Hogwarts Slytherin Sex God, in just a shirt? I've never done anything like this before with anyone other than Ron … not that I even did this with him, the unromantic and the boring person in bed that he is. Seriously, right now I don't even have underwear …
Draco had everything set up, all of his furniture in the open space of his lounge slash study was pushed up against the walls to make space in the middle of the large room, where a rug had been meticulously laid out with a dinner of roast lamb, vegetables and gravy had been carefully placed upon it. He'd taken his shoes and socks off for comfort, wearing only his jeans and black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows.
For the first time since he could remember, Draco Malfoy was nervous about a girl.
But she's not just any girl. She's Hermione fucking Granger! Draco growled at himself as he rearranged the cushions he was sweating over.
"Peggie, what do you think of the cushions? Do they look inviting?"
"Oh yes sir, Mister Malfoy sir, very inviting for Miss Hermione!" Draco smiled in silent thanks at the little elf.
"Thank you Peggie. You may go." Because Peggie disappeared with such a loud 'Pop' that when Hermione opened the bathroom door and shyly stuck her head out at the same time, Draco didn't notice and continued to rearrange the cushions and mutter to himself.
With her bare feet sliding silently across the wooden floor, Hermione slowly made her way over to where Draco was standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes darted around the space, taking everything in, the candles, the red and green cushions, the mouth-watering dinner laid out, and the obviously nervous man standing a few feet from her.
"You OK?" Hermione had to stifle a laugh when Draco jumped a foot into the air and spun around in surprise.
"Oh, Hermione. You scared…" Draco trailed off as he took in Hermione's appearance.
For a few moments, neither of them moved a muscle, except for Draco's eyes, which were almost a blur they were moving up and down Hermione's body so fast, while Hermione had to work hard to not laugh at him.
"Didn't you want to wear the boxers?" Draco finally asked quietly.
"Well, yes. But I thought you might like me wearing this shit, without pants." Draco's mouth had dropped open in surprise. "Was I wrong, Draco?" finally Draco's eyes came to stop, meeting Hermione's. Slowly he walked the three steps towards her, stopping just in front of her.
Hermione's entire body was tingling with his closeness, she ached to reach out and hold him close to her, to kiss his lips, his chest, his-
"No. You were right Hermione. I love it. You look so cute and sexy." Hermione only had time to blush before Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her lips up to his, kissing her deeply. Without thinking about it Hermione's hands made their way up Draco's body to rest at his chest, where they made fists of his clothes and pulled him even closer to her.
But Draco pulled away.
"Hermione, did you intend on eating dinner tonight? Or seducing me?" Hermione stood up on her tip toes and kissed his neck softly before whispering in his ear softly.
"Actually, I was kind of hoping that you would be my dinner." Draco wasn't even aware of doing it, but at those words he let out a strangled moan and picked up the brunette, kissing her fiercely, and carrying her to his bedroom.
Once inside he put her down gently on the ground before he sat himself on the end of his bed, facing her and watching as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, bringing the front up higher and almost, almost showing him her sweet spot.
"Now, Hermione, are you sure you really want this? Are you sure that you really want me? Because once we've done this, I won't let you go." Hermione bit her lip as she gazed into Draco's eyes – full of honesty. Hermione wanted to move forward and hug Draco as she gave her answer, but the butterflies attacking her stomach and her wobbly legs made that impossible. So she stayed still, her nerves rooting her in place, and her voice seemingly too loud with nerves.
"I really want this. I really want you, Draco Malfoy. I'm falling for you, and I don't want to give this, us, you up." Hermione blushed at her own forwardness and looked at her feet – praying to whoever was listening that she hadn't said the wrong thing and moved too fast for him.
Hermione didn't hear Draco get up off the bed, so when his arms wrapped around her in a tight hug, she jumped a little before leaning into him. She could feel his lips at her ear; they brushed her skin softly as he spoke quietly to her.
"Good. Because I've been falling for you, too. I just didn't want to scare you away." Then just as suddenly as his arms were around her, they disappeared. Hermione looked up to find Draco sitting back down on the end of his bed, watching her.
Nervously Hermione took a step towards Draco, but he held up one hand, stopping her.
"Strip for me, Hermione Granger." Hermione took a gasp of surprise, but gave a little nod. She'd been asked to strip for Ron once, and complied, but she'd refused him after that every time he asked – it did nothing for her and only prolonged her orgasm.
But it's different with Draco. He can't wait to see my body … I'm already wet; I can feel it running down my thighs. And he's barely touched me!
Slowly Hermione reached up to untie the scarf out of her hair, holding the end of the tie between two fingers, running the soft material along her cheek, then down her neck, to let it go and drop it to the floor at her feet. Hermione kept her eyes locked on Draco's while her hands then started undoing the first button of his shirt, pretending to fumble a little and take her time, loving the control she had over him.
Draco swallowed nervously as he watched Hermione's slim fingers work agonizingly slowly on one … two … three … four … five buttons. He could feel himself growing hard at the sight of this angel before him, until finally, finally, she only had one more button left to undo. She'd been very careful to undo the buttons but keep the fabric from the shirt hiding almost everything – Draco could see the smooth skin of her stomach and her bellybutton, but not much more.
Finally, the last button was undone, and Hermione was pulling the fabric away from her body! Draco could only gape at the sight before him. A naked Hermione Granger was beyond words. She was flawless. She looked strong and fit, her skin glowed and her cute hourglass body was perfectly proportioned.
"You are amazing." Draco whispered to her as she walked over to him. He loved it when she blushed – blushing meant embarrassment, which, in Draco's mind, meant that her emotions were strong around him. He meant enough to her that she'd let him in to share those emotions of hers, and he wasn't going to throw that away.
As soon as Hermione was within his arms reach, Draco leant out and placed both his hands on Hermione's hips, pulling her close to him so that he could kiss her stomach. He heard her quiet sigh and, smiling to himself, trailed kisses higher, while his hands wandered lower. His mouth found her right breast and started kissing it, whilst his hands found the wetness that was running down the inside of Hermione's thighs.
"You're so wet for me already. I didn't think you'd be this easy to get excited." Draco teased her lightly, his teeth grazing her now erect nipple as he spoke.
Hermione's response was a low moan, "I'm not usuallyyyyyyyyyy." as Draco's fingers traced circles in the wetness on her thighs.
Without warning, one of Hermione's hands reached out and she placed one finger under Draco's chin to make him lift his head and look at her.
"Draco Malfoy, I don't want you to romance me tonight. You can save that for another time. But tonight, I want you to make me feel like a whore. I want you to fuck me for as long as you can, and as roughly as you can, with no mercy. Call me a slut and whore and anything else you feel like. Just. Make. Me. Scream." Draco's member seemed to leap at attention at the challenge, and it took the rest of his body one extra second to respond.
Draco stood up and gathered both of Hermione's wrists in his own before he led her over to one of the posts on the corner of his bed.
"Alright. Now, hold the post, and don't you dare let go until I tell you to." Draco growled at her, watching her to make sure she had a good firm hold on the post before he stood behind her and stripped himself of his clothes.
Standing behind her Draco could see she'd gotten even wetter, the glistening wetness was trickling down past her knees now.
Draco placed his left hand on the small of Hermione's back, his other hand on his throbbing member, running it up and down along her soaked slit. Draco listened as Hermione groaned his name softly, and without lifting his hand, he trailed it up, around her ribcage to cup her breast and tease her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, Draco. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard." Draco groaned softly, but he wasn't quite done here yet. He guided himself so that his little head was just inside Hermione, and slowly began to push himself inside her.
"Don't move yet." He commanded Hermione, which brought out a long groan of frustration from the brunette, only making Draco smile to himself as he watched his dick be buried deeper and deeper into Hermione's tight pussy.
Once Draco had completely buried himself within Hermione, he pulled out almost the whole way, still teasing her nipple with his left hand and now gripping her hair to keep her head still in his right hand … he slammed back into her.
Hermione screamed in pleasure, gripping the bed post like as if her life depended on it. "Yes, Draco! MORE!" Hermione violently rocked back against Draco, pushing herself against him.
Draco kept thrusting until he could feel Hermione's walls clench around him. One more hard thrust and Hermione came hard around Draco, screaming loudly as he rode out her orgasm.
Hermione was surprised by how intense her orgasm had been. Usually it was nothing memorable, short and sweet – it just relaxed and unwound her. But with Draco, it was so powerful and intense that Hermione's knees started shaking, and she struggled to stay standing.
Hermione felt Draco pull out of her as her legs gave way and she began to sink to the ground. But she didn't get the chance to rest, as Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and picked up before laying her gently on the bed on her back, and lying next to her, propping his head up on his hand so he could smile down at her.
"Had enough of me already, Miss Granger?" Hermione gazed up at Draco's teasing smile, panting slightly.
"How could I have had enough of you already, Mr Malfoy?" Hermione poked her tongue out at him childishly as she trailed her fingertips up her stomach so that she could roll her nipples between her fingers. Draco rolled so that he was hovering over Hermione, she could feel his entire body pressed lightly against hers, including his member pressed against her wetness.
"Draco, fuck me." Hermione pleaded quietly, her fingers still playing with her nipples. Draco gave her a half smile and gently pushed himself inside Hermione, watching her arch her back and moan softly with her eyes closed in response as he did so. Then he stopped and waited until Hermione's brown eyes opened and met his grey ones.
"Keep playing with yourself. I like watching that." Draco told her huskily, kissing Hermione's throat twice before pulling back and fixing his eyes on her breasts. Hermione complied, wanting nothing more than to make him happy. She pulled at and rolled her nipples between her fingers, groaning softly and grinding her hips against Draco's. Frustratingly, he wasn't moving. He was still rock hard, buried deep inside her so she could feel him throbbing, but he wasn't moving! He was just watching her, eyes alight with lust.
"Please, Draco. Move." Hermione begged, her words coming out in low moans.
He grinning broadly, wickedly, and began to move. Agonisingly slowly he moved out until just his head was in her, then he moved back in just as slowly. Hermione writhed and moaned beneath him, never having been denied an orgasm before, her body was going wild. Draco was watching Hermione Granger come apart beneath him.
"Draco," Hermione moaned as she pinched her nipples to the point of pain, "Draco, please." Draco groaned softly, and surprised Hermione by gently rolling her so that she was on top, straddling him.
"I'm at your mercy, Miss Granger. Make me yours." Smiling, Hermione placed her hands on Draco's chest and leaned down to kiss him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her there, as he started to move his hips. Hermione gasped, and Draco took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, expertly exploring her mouth. Hermione's tongue met his, fighting for dominance. Suddenly Hermione pulled back and Draco immediately let her go, afraid for two seconds that she was going to get up and leave. But Hermione didn't go anywhere, she sat up and started rocking her hips back and forth. Draco moaned and thrust into her, feeling her wetness running down his length, down his legs onto the bed, to make puddles everywhere. And he loved it.
"Stop, Draco." He froze, afraid again that she would leave. But Hermione had a wicked smile on her face, indicating that she was up to mischief.
"Now, you are not allowed to move again until I say so. Understand?" Draco nodded numbly, not understanding. No one had ever told Draco Malfoy what to, sexually or otherwise. He was always the one in control. What was she doing?
Then she began to move.
Hermione moved up and down on his member, playing with her nipples as she did so. She pushed herself almost all the way off him, then slowly eased herself all the way back down.
She was taking her revenge, and she was going to unman Draco. He couldn't take his eyes off her if he tried, she was just so beautiful. There she was, completely naked, showing him her flawless creamy white skin, all her curves out for show for him, her brown hair spread out around her like a halo, her eyes half closed with lust … and she was on his member, playing with and pleasuring herself!
Draco couldn't take it anymore, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to him with one hand at the nape of her neck, crushing her hands and arms between them, and locking their lips together in a bruising kiss.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, sending vibrations through Draco's lips and seeming to go straight down to his member. Draco groaned and lay back down, bringing Hermione with him. Once again, he began to move, but faster this time.
"Come for me, my Hermione." He almost growled into her ear before connecting his lips back to hers. That seemed to be the final straw for Hermione, she moaned and let loose her second orgasm, her walls tensing around Draco and relaxing rapidly. Finally Draco let go too, coming deep inside of her, causing another round of orgasms for Hermione.
Eventually Hermione's body stopped shaking, and her inner walls stopped clenching and unclenching, so she could lie still on top of Draco. They lay there like that for a few moments, just basking in each other's after glow. Hermione sighed and rolled off Draco, groaning quietly when his member slipped out from inside her.
She lay there next to him with her eyes closed, trying to calm herself, thinking that he wouldn't be able to go again, assuming that he was the same as Ron. One shot for the night.
"Are you too tired for more, Miss Granger?" Hermione's eyes snapped open to find Draco's playful grey eyes roaming her body. Without her permission for them to, Hermione's eyes ran down her lover's body to find, with a jolt of excitement, that he was rock hard again.
"I'm not too tired if you're not, Mr Malfoy." She smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes at him. Draco smiled and rolled over so that he was hovering over the top of her, and kissed her passionately.
Hermione woke up with a jolt, sitting up suddenly in a panic. Where am I?
Hermione made a fast mental assessment on her body, she felt so relaxed she almost felt like jelly, and except for a slight ache between her legs she felt completely fine.
Hermione stretched her arms above her head and angled her head down. Draco Malfoy?! Hermione froze, then the previous night came rushing back to her all at once. "Oh!" She gasped softly, but Draco heard it and stirred awake.
"Good morning, Princess. I wouldn't mind waking up to that sight every morning." Draco propped himself up slightly and lightly kissed each of Hermione's nipples before softly kissing her lips.
"How do you feel?" Hermione had to think about this for a few seconds.
"I feel more relaxed and happier than I have been in years! But I really need to pee." At that Hermione jumped out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom, leaving Draco on the bed to watch her behind leave his room.
Draco had never felt so strongly for a girl before, she was perfect and she made him happy both in bed and out of bed. He wanted to stay with her, look after her, make her happy, and love her.
Then the owl came in through the window, dropping a letter on Draco's stomach and flying right back out the window. Draco felt his heart sink – only one owl was taught to do that. With a heavy heart Draco opened the letter.
He only needed to read through it once. Muttering about stupid purebloods and annoying fathers Draco got himself dressed, found some jeans and a new shirt for Hermione and packed all of her clothes in a bag. He'd done all that and was waiting in his bedroom for Hermione, leaning up against the same bed post Hermione had been clinging onto the night before.
Hermione skipped back into the bedroom find a stone faced Draco.
"Draco? What's happened?" Draco didn't even look at her as he replied, gesturing to the clothes on the bed he'd laid out for her.
"Get dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen." And he shrugged away from the bed to leave the bedroom. Confused and more than a little worried, Hermione reached and took hold of Draco's upper arm in an attempt to stop him. Draco did stop, but he looked straight ahead.
"What's going on Draco? Did I do something wrong?" Draco glanced down at Hermione, just briefly, his stormy eyes meeting her wide brown ones.
"Just get dressed." Hermione's eyes filled with tears as Draco pulled himself out of her grasp and left the bedroom. Hermione did as Draco asked, but she barely noticed what she was dressing herself in.
His eyes … they were exactly the same as when we were at Hogwarts … cold and harsh. Not like my Draco… What happened?
Hermione found her bag of clothes and picked it up before she walked out to the kitchen, where she found Draco waiting impatiently.
"Draco, what-" But Draco interrupted her brazenly
"I need you to leave. Right now." Draco watched Hermione's face fall in hurt.
"Father has found a wife for me. She is pureblood and it would be rude of me to refuse her family's offer of marriage. After all, it's my job to continue the pure Malfoy line. I don't even know why I kept spending time with you. You're just a distraction from my duty. I apologize for leading you on like this, Granger. I shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But, after all, you are only a mug – mudblood." Draco tripped up at the end, not wanting to say the 'M' word, but he knew that it was the best way for her to let go, to have a life and find someone who is worthy of her.
Draco watched tears fill up in Hermione's eyes, her heart breaking in her eyes, and it took all of his strength not to take her in his arms and beg for her forgiveness, to take it all away. "I'll be moving back in with my parents at Malfoy Manor, I won't be contacting you again, Granger." He turned, dismissing her, before she could see his own tears. After all, he was only a Slytherin, he was weak. She was a Gryffindor, and she was strong. She deserved so much better than lowly Draco Malfoy.