Chapter Eighteen; Surprises, cancelled dinner and goodnights.
"Wow! You girls have done an awesome job on the Christmas decorations!" Ron complimented Hermione and Luna three days later as he walked in the front door and saw the amount of effort the two girls had put into the decorations.
"I think you've managed to beat last years' decorations!" he said, smiling at the girls.
"Thank you, Ronald. I do believe that we have managed to keep the Nargles away." Luna replied tiredly as she looked around the room, seeming to focus on random spots in the air.
Hermione sighed, choosing to yet again ignore the Nargles comment, and made her way into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder to the couple behind her as she walked away; "Would you two like something to eat or drink?"
Hermione made her way to the fridge so she could pour herself a glass of pumpkin juice and pull out an apple to munch on while she waited for Ron and Luna to join her.
A few minutes later, once she'd finished her apple and the couple still hadn't made their way into the kitchen, Hermione wandered back into the front room to find Ron hugging a clearly upset Luna.
"Is everything alright?" Hermione asked tentatively, not wanting to impose but wanting the reassurance that it wasn't something serious.
Luna didn't move but Ron looked up to explain to Hermione; "Mum and Dad have invited me and Luna over for dinner tonight. They want to officially meet Luna as my girlfriend before the family Christmas dinner."
"Oh." It was all Hermione could think of to say.
She remembered when she had her first dinner with the Weasley's as Ron's girlfriend; she had found it more nerve wracking to decide on what she was going to wear more than actually having dinner with the red haired Weasley's, who she had already considered family.
"I'm going to make a fool of myself!" Hermione barely heard Luna groan into Ron's chest. "Your family will surely try to break us up! Ronald, I can't do it!"
"Luna, of course you can do it! My family already know you, and Ginny adores you. Everyone already loves you; Mum just wants an excuse to cook for someone other than just Dad for once." Ron spoke soothingly to Luna. Luna peeked up at Ron, her eyes full of unshed tears.
"You really think so?" she asked hopefully.
"I know so, Luna. Now relax. You'll be brilliant!" Ron said, smiling down at Luna and kissing her on the forehead.
"He's right, Luna. The Weasley's already know and adore you; they just want to show that they accept you as Ron's girlfriend. Molly did the same thing to me." Hermione said. Luna turned to look at Hermione, frowning.
"But you were already so close to everyone!" Luna exclaimed, making Hermione smile.
"Exactly. Molly just wants to cook for and fuss over you. It'll be fine." Hermione explained.
"Oh." Luna mumbled, her eyes downcast. After a few moments Luna looked up at the roof. "Ronald. We're under mistletoe. I forgot we put that up!" Luna smiled with her dreamy expression on her face. Ron followed Luna's gaze, his ears turning pink, but he turned his head slightly to raise one eyebrow at Hermione before bending down, wrapping Luna in his arms and kissing her tenderly.
Hermione glanced away from the couple, feeling her cheeks grow warm. The mistletoe had been tucked away for a few years now, since she and Ron had started to drift apart, and she hadn't planned on bringing it out again this year, but Luna got so excited when she discovered it that Hermione couldn't say no to her. It would've been like taking candy out of a child's hand.
Ron and Luna were so wrapped up around each other and in their kissing that neither of them heard the knock at the front door, so Hermione made her way around the couple to greet the visitor.
"Draco!" Hermione called out joyfully, throwing herself into Draco's arms.
"Hello to you too, Hermione." Draco laughed, hugging her tightly to his chest. Hermione smiled up at Draco and stood on her tip toes so that she could kiss him on the cheek. But Draco surprised her by turning his head at the last second and kissing her lips deeply.
Hermione felt as though the entire world faded away below her feet. The only thing holding her up was the man kissing her – he was all that mattered.
I could die at this very moment, and die happy. She thought fleetingly to herself.
"Hermione?!" An alarmed voice cut through her happy moment. "Hermione, what are you doing with him?" The confused voice of George Weasley seemed to raise a few octaves with every syllable.
Hermione turned her head, breaking her kiss with Draco, and found George standing a few metres away from her and Draco. George had seemed to stop mid-step, his eyes were wide as saucers and he had one had outstretched as if he were about to grab Hermione.
"Hi, George. What brings you here?" Hermione asked as she broke away from Draco and stepped in front of him in an attempt to hide him from George.
"I just came over to check up on you. Maybe it was a good thing I did!" George growled as he took out his wand from his pocket.
"George, put it away. I do live on a muggle street!" Hermione pointed out, making George stop and slowly put his wand away, his eyes burning holes into Draco's.
"Come inside with us George, let me explain everything." George's eyes finally pulled away from Draco's to find Hermione's, softening with confusion as they did so.
"Fine. Just for you, Hermione." George said as he strode past the couple into the house.
"That's all I'm asking for." Hermione responded, gently shoving Draco inside the house as she did, so that she could follow and close the door behind them.
George stood in front of the couch, his fingers dipping slowly into his wand pocket as he eyed Draco.
"George, get your hand away from your wand. You've got nothing to worry about." Hermione spoke as soothingly as she could, meanwhile wondering where Ron and Luna had disappeared off to.
"Draco, how about you sit here," Hermione gestured to the armchair furthest away from the couch before turning to George with a sigh, "And George, just relax and sit your arse on the couch." George eye balled Draco until the blonde was seated in the armchair before he himself took his seat on the couch.
"Tell me, Hermione, what the bloody hell is going on here?" George demanded as Hermione sat down on the arm of Draco's armchair.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but as she did so, Draco interrupted her.
"Hermione and I bumped into each other at Diagon Alley. Hermione was juggling a ridiculous amount of books she had bought that day. I helped her pick them up and I helped her carry them back to Leaky Cauldron, along the way we stopped for Ice-Cream. We got to talking about ourselves and from there we started to Owl each other, I took her out on a few dates, she met my parents and gained their approval. Now, we are here." Draco spoke smoothly, looking right at George the entire time, seemingly confident and so sure of himself. Hermione suddenly felt herself swelling with pride at the man in front of her.
"Really? That's it?" George said, disbelief written all over his face.
"That's it, George. I promise." Hermione said softly. George slouched and glared at the couple silently for a few moments.
All the Weasley's have horrible tempers. Hermione mused.
"Would either of you like a drink?" Hermione finally offered, needing to do something other than wait for George to get off his high horse.
"Yes, please, Hermione." Draco smiled up at Hermione, making her heart stop for a few seconds.
"Hmph." George grunted.
"I'll take that as a yes. If either of you get your wands out while I am gone I will never see either of you again!" Hermione warned as she left the boys alone.
The second Hermione was around the corner and out of sight George jumped up and shoved his face right into Draco's, his hands on the arm rests.
"If you dare to hurt Hermione, I will rip you apart piece by piece, do you understand?" George growled.
"Of course I do. But I have no intentions of hurting Hermione. She is a wonderful girl and I love her." George blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected Draco to say that.
"Damn right she's wonderful." George muttered as he stood up. "So, what did you do to her? Can't have been any love potion, she's too smart, so it wouldn't work on her. What charm did you use?"
"I simply told her the truth. I gave myself a small dose of Veritaserum the first time we had ice-cream together, and I told her who I am, my mistakes, and I told her I liked her." Draco shrugged. "The truth does wonders." At that moment Hermione walked in to find George staring at Draco in utter confusion and amazement.
"Everything OK in here?" Hermione asked tentatively as she gave the boys their drinks.
"I just told George how I feel about you." Draco nodded in thanks as he took his cup of pumpkin juice from Hermione. Both of them watched as George took his cup then plonked himself back on the couch.
The three of them sat in silence until Ron and Luna came down the stairs, laughing loudly together.
"Oh, hello George. Will you be at the dinner tonight?" Luna asked, snapping George out of his trance.
"Huh? Oh, yea. Mum sent me an owl. I'll be there. Are you heading off now?" Hermione couldn't help but notice how George sounded very unlike himself. Ron nodded in response to George's question.
"We're about to Apparate there. You don't look so great, mate. Want to come with? Luna usually does side – along with me, you can too if you want?" Ron offered.
"Yea. Might take you up on that. But I need to go home first. Get the missus." George stood and handed his still full cup of pumpkin juice to Hermione.
"Thanks Hermione." He muttered, not meeting her eyes.
Luna took George's hand and led him out the front door, but Ron hung back long enough to say a quick goodbye; "See you tomorrow, mum's letting us stay the night, she'd like to see you at breakfast if you can make it, Hermione. And Malfoy, you better look after her." [N1]
"Bye, Ron." Hermione shoved Ron out the door and closes it behind him, only to have the door slam open a few seconds later, narrowly missing her nose, and George leapt through the door to hug Hermione fiercely.
"Take care of yourself, Hermione. And tell me if he ever hurts you." George whispered in her ear before turning suddenly and walking back out the door, closing it gently behind himself.
Draco waited until he heard the distinct pop of people disapparating before he took a step forward and placed his hands on Hermione's hips and kissed her neck softly, earning a small, quiet moan from Hermione.
"So, do I get the grand tour of the house, or just of your bed?" Draco murmured into Hermione's ear, smiling to himself as she shivered delicately in his arms.
"I'll show you … the … house." Hermione trailed off, leaning heavily into Draco, turning her head towards him as she did so, leaning in for a kiss.
Draco bent his neck slightly to close the gap between their lips, when Hermione suddenly gasped and sprinted away from Draco. He stood there for a few moments in shock, eyes wide and neck bent for that kiss he had been so close in receiving.
Snapping himself out of his daze, Draco straightened himself up and turned to follow the direction Hermione took.
"Hermione?" Draco called out.
"In here!" He heard Hermione reply. Cautiously Draco made his way to where he thought he heard Hermione's voice, to find the kitchen.
"Is everything OK?" Draco hovered by the door, unsure of what to do or where to stand. Before he lived with the muggles, he had never set foot in a kitchen – that was for house elves. But during his time with the muggles – where there were no house elves at all – the muggles had taught him how to cook the muggle way. He had enjoyed it immensely, but the one thing that he had learnt very quickly was that every person treated their kitchen differently. Some muggles liked people to stay out of their way, some preferred to cook with others, and some had a table, or bench, and chairs for people to sit at while they cooked. Judging by the small table and chairs surrounding it, Draco guessed that Hermione's kitchen was the latter option.
"Everything's fine, I'd almost forgotten about dinner!" Hermione explained, rushing around the kitchen, getting out various ingredients from the pantry. Draco couldn't help but smile in amusement that Hermione cooked the muggle way, her wand lying forgotten on the table.
"Please, sit down, Draco. Anywhere is fine." Draco smiled. He was wrong. Hermione's kitchen was all of the different kitchen styles combined. He had met one other person who cooked like that, where they could cook alone, with others helping, or just talking to others.
That was himself.
Smiling widely, Draco began to help Hermione. "What are you cooking?" he asked.
"My mum's muggle lasagne recipe. You don't have to help out, Draco. I can manage." Hermione said, just as a glass container slipped through her fingers to smash on the tiled floor.
"Oh, Merlins balls." Hermione muttered as the ring of the shattered glass faded away.
Draco couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.
"What?" Hermione demanded as she retrieved her wand to repair the glass.
"I've never heard you say that before!" Draco laughed, smiling at Hermione, who huffed and silently repaired the glass and carefully carried it over to the bench.
Sensing an irritated Hermione, Draco snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her still and spoke softly into her ear.
"During our first two years, and most of our third year, at Hogwarts, when I thought of you, you were just bookworm Granger, the know-it-all freak from Gryffindor who outdid me in every class by charming the teachers.
But, during our third, fourth and fifth years, I realized you weren't just smart; you were also protective of those you loved.
During our sixth year, you became the hot Gryffindor that every Slytherin wanted to bang, even if they didn't want to admit it. In seventh year, hearing of everything you were doing with Harry Potter, I became jealous of you, wanting your freedom to choose your own fate, to be happy. But never, not once, did I imagine you to be the kind of witch to say Merlins balls. To me, you are far too innocent for that." Draco explained, quiet laughter still apparent in his voice.
Hermione stilled while she listened, then laughed once Draco was done.
"You think I'm innocent?" She asked, turning to face him with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Draco met her eyes, challenging her silently.
"I think you're completely and utterly, one hundred per cent, innocent." He said, watching with growing excitement as determination swept across Hermione's features. Silently she raised her wand, and Draco watched as everything she had gotten out began to put itself away.
"Come with me." Hermione growled, grabbing Draco's hand and leading him out of the kitchen. For once Hermione didn't have everything planned out, all she knew was that she was going to prove to Draco that she wasn't innocent, that she had grown up and wasn't the girl that he thought she was. Silently, Hermione led him up the stairs to her room and sat him on the bed.
"Stay." Hermione ordered before disappearing into her en suite, not noticing the amused smirk on Draco's lips.
Draco looked around Hermione's room, taking it all in before she came back. He was impressed with the size, it was large and spacious with plenty of room to move about.
And the bed was enormous! It was big enough to fit in at least three overweight men comfortably.
What does innocent Miss Granger need a bed this large for? Draco wondered as the door to Hermione's en suite opened.
Hermione took a nervous step into her bedroom, and almost chickened out at the sight of Draco on her bed. But as she was about to step back into the en site, Draco's eyes flitted up and found her.
Hermione felt like a deer trapped in headlights under his gaze. She couldn't go back into the en suite now that he had seen her, but the butterflies in her stomach stopped her from moving anywhere closer to him.
Draco felt his mouth pop open when his eyes found Hermione. She was wearing a black lace bra with matching panties and black heels. It was a simple outfit, but it looked amazing on her. Draco could feel his member stir just looking at her.
After a few moments of the couple staring at each other wordlessly, Draco spoke up.
"Did you have plans for me? The innocent little Gryffindor you are." He said teasingly. But the words seemed to bring Hermione back to earth. She nodded shyly and took a deep breath before walking over to stand in front of Draco.
"I'm going to prove to you I am not as innocent as you believe, Mr Malfoy." Hermione spoke softly, seemingly nervous and weak to her ears, but shy and teasing to Draco's.
"And how are you planning on doing that, Miss Granger?" Draco asked, eyeing her curiously.
Hermione kept her eyes locked on Draco's as she knelt at his feet and began undoing his trousers.
"Can't you guess, Mr Malfoy?" She asked as innocently as she could as she released his member from his trousers.
Draco didn't respond, he had his mouth slightly open, but he seemed too surprised to say anything. Slowly feeling braver, Hermione stroked him with the tips of her fingers, marvelling how his member jumped to attention with the lightest of her touches.
Draco felt like he had been charmed into silence and had been struck by a full body bind curse. All he could do was watch as Hermione gently took him in her hand and slowly ran her hand the length of his member until he was hard.
Keeping her hand at the base of Draco's member, Hermione tilted her head so that her eyes met Draco's and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, the knot of excitement in her stomach growing when she felt him respond to her.
Slowly she opened her mouth and Draco could only watch as his shaft disappeared into her mouth. He was not small by any standards, and he could tell by how slowly Hermione was moving, that he was bigger than she was used to, yet she was still going!
Hermione was completely relaxed with Draco's member in her mouth. She hadn't told anyone before, but she was always most comfortable when she was having sex. Once she worked through her shyness, of course.
Draco was bigger than Ron in length as well as width, but Hermione loved the feel of it.
This body actually wants my attention, not like Rons'! She thought to herself briefly, before starting to really bob her head up and down faster and faster. Her right hand made its way up to play with Draco's balls while her left hand gripped his shaft and pumped in time with her mouth.
The knot of excitement in Hermione's stomach grew even more with a fierce joy as Draco groaned her name and buried both of his hands within her hair.
"Fuck, Hermione that feels so good!" Draco groaned, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips up.
"I – I – I'm going – going to cum!" Draco moaned as he thrust his hips up one last time and burst his load into Hermione's eagerly awaiting mouth. Hermione hungrily swallowed all of Draco's cum, only missing a little drip which ran down out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Her tongue darted out eagerly to clean up what she could reach.
Draco gripped his hands tighter in Hermione's hair and pulled her head up and away from his member.
"But I wasn't done." Hermione pouted, causing Draco to give her a lazy grin.
"Does my Gryffindor Princess like sucking cock?" Draco asked huskily, to be rewarded with an enthusiastic nod from Hermione.
"Especially yours." Hermione purred as her hands found their way back to his member. But Draco dropped his right hand down to her wrists and held them together, shaking his head.
"Good things come to those who wait." Draco murmured. "Now, my Gryffindor Princess, stand up for me."
Even though she was reluctant to move away from him, Hermione stood up in front of Draco, noting while she did so that her panties were soaked through.
"Take a step back, Miss Granger." Draco quietly ordered. Hermione felt shivers running up and down her spine from the quiet order as she took one small step backwards. Uneasily Hermione noticed that there was a glint in Draco's eye that she hadn't seen before and couldn't put a name to what it was.
But whatever it was, it excited her.
Draco stood up slowly and looked down at Hermione, straight into her eyes with a huge smirk playing on his lips. Draco watched as Hermione gave a small frown, but the lust in her eyes didn't dim for a second.
"What is it?" Draco asked softly, bending a little so that his face was level with Hermione's.
Hermione gave a small start, the frown disappearing from her face.
"Huh? Oh, nothing." Hermione gave a small, cheeky smile and made a move to kiss Draco, but he pulled back at the last second with his smirk back in place.
"What did I tell you before, Miss Granger? Good things will come your way, you just need to wait." Draco scolded, noting to himself that Hermione's frown returned when he smirked. Keeping his grey eyes fixed on Hermione's brown ones, Draco took a step towards Hermione, his smirk growing when she took an unconscious step backwards.
Draco casually continued to walk towards Hermione, and she continued to back away from him unconsciously, until Draco had Hermione backed up against the wall.
"Are you scared of me, little Gryffindor Princess?" Draco said, leaning his body against Hermione's and pinning her to the wall. Hermione found herself breathing heavily and unable to respond, her eyes fixated on Draco's.
Draco counted thirty hippogriffs in his head, waiting for Hermione to respond. When she didn't, Draco leant in and kissed her lips softly.
The moment Draco's lips met Hermione's, she felt her senses burst into life with a vengeance. Hermione brought her arms up to wrap them around Draco's neck so that she could pull him closer, her tongue running along Draco's lower lip and her hips thrusting gently against Draco's.
But Draco stayed still, only moving his arms so that he could gently grab Hermione's wrists and hold them firmly above her head against the wall.
Draco opened his eyes so that he could watch Hermione's response as he pulled away from her slowly.
Not expecting Draco to pull away, Hermione followed Draco for as far as she could, only stopping when she could not move any further due to Draco holding her arms up.
"Please, come closer." Hermione mumbled, her eyes half closed with lust.
"No." Draco said. Hermione's eyes snapped open in a panic.
"You are going to stay perfectly still, Miss Granger." Draco demanded, watching as Hermione locked her body in place, her eyes wide and watching Draco eagerly.
Keeping the smirk on his face, Draco let go of Hermione's wrists and made his way to her bra, his fingertips never leaving contact with Hermione's skin. Slowly he undid her bra and slid it off her, throwing it carelessly off to the side.
"Touch me, please." Hermione begged, pleading with her eyes as much as her words.
"Not yet. Be patient." Draco said, earning a low, frustrated moan from Hermione.
Draco placed his hands just under Hermione's breasts and slowly trailed them down her sides to the edge of her panties. Hooking his fingers into the elastic, Draco slowly began to pull Hermione's underwear down to her ankles. Gently he gripped Hermione's left ankle and lifted it up out of the way so he could take her panties off, before repeating it for her right ankle. He decided he wouldn't take the heels off just yet; he liked the way her legs and ass looked in them too much.
"Already so wet for me, Miss Granger?" Draco teased, breathing in her musky scent deeply and feeling his own excitement build in the pit of his stomach and between his legs.
"Spread your legs." Draco demanded before Hermione could have a chance to answer, watching as Hermione obeyed without thought, spreading her legs apart for Draco.
Kneeling between Hermione's legs, Draco gazed up at the woman he had in front of him. To Draco, she was the perfect match for him, she was intelligent, attractive and strong.
Not to mention right in front of him and soaking wet just for him.
Draco lightly trailed kisses up along the upper inside of Hermione's thigh, delighting in her smooth skin and the slight tremors of excitement that raced through her body.
As he moved closer to her wetness, the musky smell of her made the knot of excitement in his stomach grow. He could feel his mouth watering in anticipation.
No. I will hold off. I want to make her feel special. I want to draw this out as long as I can to give her as much pleasure as I physically can.
"Please, Draco, make me cum." Hermione begged quietly, thrusting her hips a little. The quiet begging from the brunette caused all thoughts of teasing and romancing the brunette abandon Draco completely, all he could think about was delving his fingers and tongue into Hermione's pink folds and making her cum hard all over his face.
Placing one hand on her buttock and the other on her thigh, Draco kissed her lips and pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her folds.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, arching her back, her hands scrabbling for something, anything, to grip onto above her head. Draco pulled his tongue away to play with her clit, while the hand that had been on her thigh came up so that he could insert one long finger inside her.
Hermione groaned as she felt two more fingers enter her after the first, her walls clenching in an attempt to keep Draco's fingers within her.
"Please, Draco," she found herself begging again. "Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can. Make me cum." Never had Hermione begged for anything in her life, but at Draco's hand, it felt natural. She was safe with him, he was going to look after her. She had nothing to fear from the blonde man kneeling in front of her.
Draco rewarded her begging by beginning to pump his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. As he gained speed, Hermione's moans grew louder and louder.
"So close," Hermione groaned, "I'm so close. Don't stop, it feels so good." Hermione brought her hands down to bury them deep in Draco's hair as her whole body tensed up ready for her release.
Draco flicked his tongue against her clit and felt her release. Quickly he removed his fingers and began lapping at her folds, drinking in her wetness as she orgasmed.
"Oh, Draco!" Hermione called out in pleasure.
The couple both lost how many times Hermione came into Draco's mouth, they were both enjoying what they were individually feeling too much to keep count.
Finally Draco pulled away to stand up and kiss Hermione deeply, now inserting his tongue into her mouth and placing his hands on her breasts. Hermione felt herself only grow wetter as she tasted herself on Draco's tongue and felt Draco's hands on her bare breasts.
Draco ran his hands down Hermione's body, stopping when they reached her ass and cupping her cheeks. Roughly Draco picked her up and turned to put her on her bed, his lips never leaving hers even as he placed her on the edge of the mattress and pushed her back so that she was lying down beneath him.
"Draco." Hermione sighed, her eyes meeting his grey ones.
"Are you alright to continue on?" Draco asked her quietly, not wanting to push her too far into exhaustion.
"Of course I am, Mister Malfoy. I'm here, ready, waiting and very, very wet for you." Hermione purred, wriggling seductively under Draco.
Draco eyed Hermione for a moment, assessing if she really could continue and wasn't going to wear herself out.
"Please, Draco. Don't stop." Hermione begged, her hands gently cupping his cheeks before finding their way to the bottom of his shirt, where they lingered and toyed with the fabric.
"Come on, Draco. Please." Hermione moaned softly when Draco didn't move. Without thinking Hermione began to pull Draco's shirt up, revealing his toned stomach and chest. Much to Hermione's delight, Draco pulled away to rip his shirt off and throw it away. But, to Hermione's disappointment, Draco didn't bend over her again, he stayed kneeling away from her. But her disappointment quickly turned to happy anticipation when he began to pull his trousers off.
"So, do you really want me, Miss Granger?" Draco asked quietly in a low voice, playing with himself and watching with quiet glee as Hermione fixed her eyes on his hands, and his member, hungrily.
"Yes, Draco. Merlin, I want you so badly right now. Please take me, Draco." Hermione mumbled, her need apparent in her voice. Hermione watched as Draco gripped her waist tightly and rolled them both over so that she was on top and straddling him.
"Well, Miss Granger. You can do whatever you want to do to me." Draco announced, the smirk playing on his lips once again when he saw Hermione's face light up with joy.
Hermione sat herself on Draco's hips, making sure to not sit on his member, and ran her hands over his toned upper body, watching as goosebumps rose over his skin and his nipples grew to be erect. Hermione ran her fingertips over his nipples before splaying her fingers out on Draco's torso. Keeping her fingers splayed out, Hermione bent her fingers so her nails were in contact with Draco's skin, and lightly ran her nails down the length of Draco's upper body. Much to Hermione's amusement, Draco arched his back and groaned softly in response.
Carefully Hermione leant over to kiss Draco's lips softly. Draco took himself, as well as Hermione, by surprise when he responded by wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her as close to his own body as he could while losing his other hand within her hair and holding her head still so that he could kiss her deeper, rougher.
Hermione felt herself groaning into Draco's mouth and thrusting her hips gently against Draco, to have Draco thrust back against her in response. Out of the blue Hermione realized in embarrassment that she was so wet, her excitement was running down onto Draco and creating a puddle on his stomach. Draco had noticed too, but he didn't mind. It was actually turning him on even more.
Carefully Draco rolled the two of them over so that he was on top once again, and finally broke their kiss to place both of his hands on the inside of Hermione's thighs. Gently he spread her legs as wide as they would go, then he allowed one hand to wander up Hermione's body to play with her breasts, while his other hand gripped his member, and easily slid his head inside her.
Hermione was so wet that Draco was able to fully push his whole member inside her easily, earning a loud moan from her as he did so.
"Oh, yes! Feels so good. Draco, fuck me." Hermione groaned almost incomprehensively. Draco did as she asked and began to fuck her, holding her hips in place while rocking his own back and forth, pulling himself almost the whole way out only to push himself back in harder and deeper.
The couples' moans grew louder as Draco's orgasm built. The last straw for Draco was when Hermione came hard around him, writhing and groaning in pleasure. Finally, with one last hard thrust and groan, Draco came deep inside Hermione, spilling himself inside her.
Once Draco was finished, he pulled himself out of Hermione and, using the last of his strength, moved himself and Hermione so that they were lying under the sheets with pillows under their heads.
Just as Draco was drifting off to sleep he felt Hermione wriggle in close to him, pressing her body up against his, and sigh happily.
"Good night, my sweet Hermione." Draco murmured before he too drifted off to sleep.
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