The waitress brought their food to them; they'd decided to share and Hermione's senses went into overload at the heady mix of aromas emanating from the assortment of small bowls of various vegetarian dishes that had been spread across the table between them.
Draco had surprised her by driving two towns over and taking her to an Indian restaurant. He'd either lucked out or he'd checked with Ginny and Pansy as to what would be her favourite. And to be honest, she wasn't sure which was correct; he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to things she liked.
"You don't have to go vegetarian because of me," Hermione told him, "I don't mind."
Draco loaded his plate with rice and vegetables, and then proceeded to tear up a Roti, folding it into a small pocket and scooping up some food, "It's perfectly fine. And this is good no matter what."
Hermione watched as he chewed and then followed suit, scooping up some mango rice, and taking a bite. The food had the perfect blend of spice and heat, and was amazingly delicious. She closed her eyes and groaned, "Amazing."
Draco was watching her with thoughtful look on his face.
"What?" she asked, wiping her hand across her chin, "Do I have food on my face?"
"You're very guarded. I know so very little about you." He said.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She knew he'd ask about her, of course he would, he'd want to know – have to know – if this was going to be more than just, as Ginny said, groiny, but she was still at odds as just how much to tell him
Draco continued, "I know that you were married once, and I know that you got fired from one book shop and now own another, and going by that delightful groan – which I hope to hear again," he winked at her, "It appears that you love Indian food."
"And you need to know more than that?" she asked, attempting to deflect his question and steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Well, I'm fairly certain that I know more about Ginny and Pansy than I do about you, and I'm not sure that it's fair. You know I'm a teacher and I have a son and that his mother died. You know he goes to her parents one weekend a month and you know I gave up my private school job so that I could spend more time with him. You also know that I have amazing tastes in wine and that I'm a brilliant cook," he laughed when she rolled her eyes.
Hermione lifted her glass to her mouth, took a large swallow of wine and gave him a contemplative look. "Okay, fine. I guess you'll find out anyway," She sighed, "I was a stripper in my early twenties. It was how I paid my way through University." She took another bite of food, and almost choked with laughter at the look on his face - he looked genuinely confused. "Sorry, I'm just kidding. I never actually went to University."
He scowled at her, "Really? You're going to hide behind jokes and not tell me anything."
"Sorry," she said weakly and shrugged a shoulder, "Sarcasm and humour. It's my best defence."
He tilted his head to the side, "Defence against what?"
She took another bite of food, calming her nerves, "Defence against having to talk about my family and what happened to them." Draco leaned forward, watching her. He silently waited for her to speak, to tell him what she needed to.
Hermione took a deep breath, "I'm an only child of only children, which is a constant throughout my family. Both my parents were only children as were three of my four grandparents, who all passed when I was small, so I never really knew them. I only really ever had my parents. They were the only family I knew." she swallowed hard, "And then when I was nineteen, a woman decided that it would be wise to get in her car and drive home after she'd spent the night drinking at the pub. She ran a stop sign and smashed into my parent's car and she wiped out my entire family, just like that."
Draco remembered the conversation he'd had with Harry and Theo at the pub, how she'd lost her shit and struggled after some issues and he assumed this is what they meant. Draco watched as she mulled over her thoughts, "Hey" he said quietly, reaching across the table and squeezing her hand, "I'm sorry."
She smiled up at him, "It's okay. Really it is. My family has lived here for generations and everyone in town knows what happened. It's been over ten years, but it's difficult sometimes to tell those who don't know."
"And you still miss them?" he smiled back at her, "Believe me, I know."
Hermione nodded, "I do, but over time it's become easier, and I owe a lot to Ginny and Harry and Pansy. They were there when it got really bad."
"How bad did it get?"
"Pretty bad," she said simply, "If it hadn't been for them, who knows where I'd be?"
"Really? That bad?"
Hermione nodded, "It took a long time for the hurt to go away."
"And now?"
"I don't think it'll ever go away completely, but most of the time I'm okay." She grinned at him, "And Molly has taken on the role of parent for me, so she tries to keep me in line."
"And has she been successful?" Draco asked with a laugh.
"Like I said, she tries," Hermione's grin widened, "But so far, she's not done all that well."
"What were they like? Your parents."
Hermione smiled, remembering her parents, "Oh, they were like chalk and cheese, but they worked. They were both dentists, but my dad's true passion was books; which clearly he passed on to me. I'm sure he'd be chuffed that I have a book shop, and I'm even surer that he'd be there every day. He told the worst dad jokes you could imagine, and he was always coming up with crazy new inventions that served absolutely no purpose on this earth and my mum was constantly shaking her head at him.
"And she was the total opposite, serious and organised, neat and tidy. She collected owls, I have no idea why but she loved them. They scared the crap out of me, their stupid big eyes and all those feathers," Hermione shuddered at the thought and Draco laughed, "And she also loved books, so our discussions at dinner time were central to what we were all reading."
"They sound like they were amazing."
"They were," she said, "But I make it sound like it was all rainbows and unicorns. It wasn't. We argued, and fought, we disagreed on many a number of things but it was never nasty or unkind."
Draco's eyes locked on hers and he smiled, "Well, if they were both anything like you, I'm sure they were brilliant."
Hermione's face flushed at the compliment. He was different, unexpected and she'd not had anyone make her feel like he did in a long time. And as the conversation continued; talk about Scorpius, more about her parents, a little about his; she agreed with her internal monologue Yes, this was most definitely different.
Rather stupidly they had decided to park the car at Draco's since it was a clear night and walk to the theatre, being that it was only a few blocks away. But when they left the theatre they were caught in a downpour, so they ran for it and were thoroughly drenched by the time they stepped into the foyer of his flat.
Hermione had never felt so cold in her life. The rain had soaked into her skin and was currently freezing her bones. Her lips were quivering uncontrollably. The muscles in her body had decided to take turns to twitch and spasm, her breath coming out in puffs of white, despite the warmth of Draco's flat.
Draco scowled at her, "You need to get out of those clothes."
She looked at him, "Huh?"
"You need to get out of those clothes or you'll freeze to death."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "There are way better ways to ask if you want to see me naked."
He pursed his lips and she laughed, "Follow me," he said, leading her down the hallway, "Bathroom's here. There are clean towels in the cabinet."
"And am I supposed to just be naked after I strip out of my wet clothes?" she asked with a coy smile.
"Well, that's entirely up to you," he said giving her shivering frame the once over, "Or I can get you something to put on."
She tilted her head to the side, considering his offer then nodded, "Might be for the best."
He laughed, "I'll be right back."
She pulled towel from the cabinet and ran it over her damp hair. She kicked her shoes off, silently thanking herself for choosing her ballet flats, and not having her favourite boots ruined by the rain.
"Here you go," Draco said and handed her a zip-up hoodie.
She took it from him, holding it up and scrutinizing it, "Well, I guess if this is all you have..."
Draco shrugged, "I'm perfectly happy with you being naked." He reached for the sweater but she pulled it away making him laugh, "You're more than welcome to take a shower, it might warm you up."
"Thank you, but I think I'll be fine."
He smiled at her and backed out of the room, closing the door.
Hermione smiled at the closed door, and pulled her soaked shirt over head. She unbuttoned her jeans, pushing the sodden denim down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away; then she reached around and unhooked her bra letting it slide down her arms. Deciding against stripping completely, she left her only slightly damp knickers on and wrapped the large towel around her, drying her cold, pink skin.
She brushed her fingers over her stomach, and closed her eyes. Her fingers felt the now familiar scar that she usually paid no mind. What would he think? The direction things were going with him he would most certainly see it, and would definitely have questions. She sighed and picked up the hoodie, she groaned with delight as slipped it over her shoulders, becoming acutely aware of just how good a fleece sweatshirt felt against bare skin. It was way too big for her, the hem reaching midway down her thighs which was probably a good thing since she was now pants-less. She rolled the sleeves up, picked up her sodden clothes and headed out the door.
She was still shivering when she stepped out of the bathroom, but could feel the blood returning to the surface and slowly warming her up as she walked back into the living room.
"Give me those," Draco said, and took the wet clothes from her, and Hermione crossed the room to stand in front of the gas log fire, the heat stinging at her bare legs.
"Don't put my bra in the dryer!" She called as Draco left the room and she heard a muffled okay followed half a minute later by footsteps as Draco finally returned holding her bra up with one finger.
"And why can't this go in the dryer?" he asked curiously, twisting the scant emerald green lace in the air.
"Because that is worth more than you make in a week, and if you ruin it, I'll have your head." She told him.
His eyes went wide, "You're not serious?"
"Oh, I most certainly am." She said.
He frowned at her, "But why?"
She laughed at the confused look on his face, "I like nice underwear," she shrugged a shoulder, "I figured you would too."
"I certainly appreciate it, but are you serious about the cost?" he was still looking at her bra with confusion.
"It's a girl thing," she said by way of explanation, "And why is it that you get clean, dry pants and I don't?"
"Because I live here," he grinned, "And seriously, there's no way you're getting into my pants."
Hermione flopped down onto the sofa and dragged the blanket from the back, throwing it over her legs and raising her eyebrows at him, "Wow, shut down, just like that."
"No, that's not-" he stammered, his face flushing, "I meant that you wouldn't fit into my pants."
"Again with the compliments." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"No, no, no," he said, waving his hands, "You're so tiny, and my jeans would just fall off you and...I'll just stop talking now."
She pursed her lips, trying not to laugh, "Good idea," she said nodding.
There was a long conversational pause, "So, um, awkward." He said.
"Coffee might make it less so." Hermione suggested and watched as he high tailed it to the kitchen, smiling to herself. She liked him. Really liked him, but there was so much more at stake here than just her and him. He had a son to think about, and his son would always be his first priority – as he should be. But she couldn't help the juvenile, teenage feelings that she had for him. She was thirty-two years old, it was ridiculous the way he constantly filled her thoughts, the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach each and every morning when he came into her shop.
And Scorpius. This man had done a great job raising his son. He was polite and respectful, and had a wicked sense of humour, and she'd not known a child to love books as much as she had. As much as she loved spending time with Draco, she equally loved the time she had spent with his son.
Draco returned holding two steaming mugs, and stopped a few steps away from the couch.
She was sitting on his couch, wearing his sweater, looking exactly like she belonged there, looking like she sat there every day. And he knew she was exactly what he wanted. Hermione frowned slightly at him, wondering what he was thinking, but she had almost no time to ponder. Without thinking he almost dropped the mugs on the table, coffee spilling out as he swooped in, his hands on her cheeks and he kissed her. Draco's fingers slid into her hair holding her to him as his lips crashed against hers, and this was more than a simple kiss; this was a desperate need for her. She made a strangled sound of surprise, her hands flailing against his hips, scrambling for purchase so as not to tumble back.
He placed his knee between her legs on the couch, steadying himself, the grasping of her fingers digging into his hips causing him to almost topple sideways. His thumbs moved lightly across her cheekbones, her skin soft and warm beneath his touch. He pulled back, smiling down at her, waiting for her reaction, Draco she whispered running her thumb across his lips.
He kissed her thumb, "Tell me this is okay," She was still caressing his face, gently brushing her thumb across his cheek, "Tell me." He almost begged.
"This is okay," she said at last, and he leaned in, opening his mouth against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as she slid her hands into this hair, pulling him with her as she lay back on the soft cushions.
She twisted beneath him, so that he was cradled between her thighs. He broke the kiss with a gasp, grinding the evidence of his rapidly growing arousal against her own growing heat. She moved her hands down his back, pulling at his t-shirt, and pressing her fingers into the hard muscles of his lower back. He groaned into her neck, as her fingers slid just beneath the waist band of his jeans pressing into the hard flesh. A small cry escaped her throat, as he slowly ground himself against her, the seam of his jeans rubbing across her centre in the most perfect way.
Hermione let out a small moan as she pressed back against him, and Draco mimicked it as he leaned in, kissing her neck, tasting her, nipping gently at her flushed skin with his teeth. Her breathy little moan had him grinding harder against her, her fingers clutching at his back as he continued to suck and bite and kiss at her throat and jaw. She grappled with his t-shirt, pulling it up, growling with frustration when it caught between them. He pushed himself up, kneeling between her legs and pulled the offending garment over his head and tossing it aside. His hands moved slowly over her knees and down the insides of her thighs, over her hips and to the zipper of the hoodie. Her eyes flicked down to his hands as they began to lower the zipper.
Draco's phone suddenly rang; a loud shrill sound in the silence and caused them both to freeze.
"You're fucking kidding me." Draco groaned, and Hermione laughed. He dropped his forehead to her collar bone, "Maybe it we ignore it..."
The phone continued to ring, and Hermione sighed. She reached out to the coffee table, scrambling to pick it up and handed it to him, "It might be important."
"Shit," he cursed and sat back on the sofa. He pressed the accept button and took the call, "Ginny, hi...no, it's fine...sure, put him on...Hey, mate. Are you okay?...I miss you too...We did, the movie was great..." he grinned at Hermione, "Um, we're just having coffee and then she's going home" Hermione grinned back at him, "Did you need me to come and get you?...are you sure?" Hermione sat up, and squeezed his arm, nodding at him, indicating it was fine if his son needed him but he held up his hand, "Okay, well call me if you need me...I love you too. Put Ginny back on."
Hermione listened to the rest of the conversation, figuring out that Scorpius had gone to bed, but had woken with a fright, calling for Draco. A bad dream Ginny had said but she and Harry managed to calm him. And although he wanted to call Draco, he was happy to stay. "Call me if you need me...doesn't matter what time...thanks Ginny."
He looked at Hermione, "He's my son, and I love him, but if he keeps interrupting us, I will kill him."
Hermione laughed, "Is he okay?"
Draco nodded, "I think so. Staying somewhere different probably just unsettled him. This is all new for him. He's never had so many new people in his life. Especially ones who love him so much."
"Wow, really?"
Draco ran his hand along her thigh, "Yeah. I mean he's had friends, lots of them, but nothing like all you lot. You're just one big family. And he's never had that."
"Well, we're happy to have him."
"Just him?" Draco asked with a smirk, his hand shifting higher to settle at the hinge of her thigh and hip.
"Well," Hermione began with a smirk of her own, "You're welcome to be a part of the group, but I'd prefer to be the only one who has you."
"Good," Draco said, "Because I also hate to share." He kissed her, his fingers lacing through her hair. His thumb found the sensitive skin behind her ear, stroking it gently, causing her to shiver. He pulled her onto his lap, and Hermione felt him hard against her.
She sighed into the kiss and she reached her hand down trailing it across his belly, her fingers tracing along the line of fine hair that lead in a tantalising trail down his navel and disappeared teasingly beneath his jeans. Her hand moved lower, across his fly, rubbing firmly. His breath hitched, and he cursed quietly against her shoulder and she reached for the zipper of his uncomfortably tight jeans.
His hands slid around to cup her arse and he stood easily, startling her. She gripped his shoulders and shot him a perplexed look, "We're not doing this on the couch like a pair of horny teenagers."
Draco hitched her legs over his hips and carried her into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees landing on the soft mattress either side of his hips. He skimmed his palms along her thighs, running them slowly up and down, until she slid down his legs, pressing herself to the place where he was hard and aching for her. One of Draco's hands stilled on her arse, gripping and kneading her warm flesh, revelling in the sensation of her grinding slowly against him. Her arms circled his shoulders, pulling him closer and he dropped his head to her shoulder with a soft groan.
His fingers snaked under her top, circling slowly against her now heated skin, before reaching up to find the zipper on the hoodie, pulling it down and exposing her naked chest. He stared at the sight before him, breathing hard.
"Like what you see?" Hermione asked playfully, shrugging the sweater from her shoulders and he grinned.
"Oh, yeah."
She leaned forward, her tongue tracing around his ear, "As good as you imagined at the pub?"
Draco made a choking sound, "You caught that, huh?"
"Kind of hard to miss when you were staring at them all night."
"Can you blame me?" He asked reaching his hand up and gently squeezing her, his thumb brushing lightly over her nipple, a pleasant heat running through him at her tiny moan. He dragged the soft cotton down her arms, and tossed it across the room. She pressed against him, their chests flush, warm, and rising and falling as their breathing increased. His mouth was back on hers, his kiss deep and needy, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. He buried his fingers into the chestnut curls of hair, gently tugging her head back to gain access to her throat.
He had wanted her like this for the past week – longer, actually – and since the teasing taste he was given on the couch after dinner the previous weekend, he had gone to sleep every night with his dick in his hand, letting his imagination run wild; wanting know every dip and curve of her body, every freckle and every scar, had wanted to feel her wrapped tightly around him, wanted to make her cry out his name.
He paused and lifted his head to stare into her eyes. Her face was flushed pink, her eyes bright, her breathing deep, almost gasping, and she was smiling. He smiled back, suddenly struck by just how beautiful she was.
"I want you," he said quietly and noticed a small flicker in her eyes and he wondered fleetingly if she was still not ready. He certainly hoped she was, he wasn't sure he could cope with another night with just his hand, "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. But it's up to you."
Hermione's fingers traced along his brow, along his cheekbones, across his lips, "From the first moment, huh? I guess I left a good impression."
Draco chuckled and slipped his hands to her rear and squeezed making her squirm, "I saw nothing I didn't like."
She laughed, then covered his mouth with her own, kissing him deeply, "I want you too." She told him.
He scooped his arms under her rear and lifted her, turning them easily and dropping her to the bed with a playful bounce. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and shoving his jeans down his legs. Hermione bit her bottom lip, watching as he pushed his boxers over his hips dropping them to the floor.
He grinned at her, "Like what you see?"
She laughed and told him, "Oh. Yeah."
His erection was long and thick and curved upwards from the dark blonde curls at its base, his heavy sac hanging low beneath it. Hermione sat up, reaching out to touch him. She teased him, stroking lightly with her fingertips, feeling every ridge of his heated flesh. She leaned her head forward and kissed his stomach, tasting the saltiness of his smooth skin. The running was doing him well; Draco was all lean and sculpted and well defined muscle. She moved lower, his cock brushing against her chin and he gripped her shoulder.
"Hermione," his voice was tight, almost strained. He was sure that if she did what he thought she was planning, it would all be over in the blink of an eye.
She glanced up at him and grinned, she flicked her tongue across the tip of him and reached for his hand, slowly laying back and pulling him with her. Draco stretched over her, settling between her thighs, capturing her mouth. She smelled amazing; a perfect blend of sweet perfume and Hermione. He breathed her in, the smell of her seared to his memory. Her thighs were warm and smooth as they slid against his ribs when she hitched her legs over his hips.
He was not what she had expected at all. She had imagined hard, frantic fucking, but this was different; he was taking his time, his fingers slipping lightly over her skin, his mouth pressed against her throat, her shoulder, her collar bone. She sighed, and relaxed beneath him, her fingers carding through his hair. The clench of his teeth around her nipple had her groaning and arching against him.
"Draco," she whispered and he looked up at her.
"Tell me what you want." He murmured against her skin, his mouth closing over her other nipple causing all coherent thoughts to disappear from her brain instantly.
He trailed his fingers the along her ribs as he sucked at one hardened peak, pulling lightly, his teeth grazing her gently. She moaned his name, her voice rasping, her fingers clutching the back of his neck. He swirled his tongue, the sounds of her gasping moans in his ears had every fantasy he'd had in the last few weeks rushing full speed through his mind. She arched her back, a breathy plea urging him on, to suck harder, to take more time with each breast in turn. He glanced up, her head had dropped back and more and more pleasured sounds were filling the room. He tried to ignore the breathy sounds, the slow rock of her hips beneath him; he couldn't focus on that or it would all be over way too quickly.
His hands moved to the line of her hip bones, as he began to kiss his way down her stomach and Hermione froze beneath him. Draco stopped instantly, about to ask if she was okay, and that's when he noticed that she had a scar that ran from her left hip to about an inch past her navel. He'd been far too fixated on her breasts to notice the pink mark. It was faded, considerably so, but he knew something serious had caused it. He glanced up at her; and she was staring down at him, an unreadable look on her face.
"Hermione?" he asked softly, and her lips twitched slightly as he gently traced his finger across the scar, "Are you okay?" She swallowed hard and nodded. He moved back up her body and pressed his hand to her cheek, smiling down at her, "What happened? Please tell me."
She took a deep breath, hoping that this wouldn't change things, that he would stay, that he would still want to be with her, "Um, well..." she began but she was terrified. Every other time this had come up, she'd been abandoned, left heartbroken, no men wanted to be with her and she didn't want him to do the same.
Draco moved off her, rolling to his side and pushing up on one elbow. He focused solely on her, suddenly aware that this was serious, something had happened to her, something very serious had happened, "Hermione," He said gently, "Whatever you need to tell me, please, just tell me. It'll be okay."
"I should have told you, you deserve to know, but it's not easy to talk about. It should be, I can't change-" She was rambling and he stopped her.
"Hermione, you can talk to me," His voice was gentle, reassuring, but she was still looking at him, her eyes unsure. He brushed her hair from her face and nodded.
"When my parents were killed, in the car accident," she paused giving him a small smile, "I was with them. In the car. In the crash." Draco's eyes went wide, but he remained silent, slightly stunned that she'd left this detail out when she'd told him about her parents, but there was obviously a reason for her to do so. "I got pretty banged up. My pelvis was broken and I was in a medically induced coma for over a week because my brain swelled, and there were other, um...complications."
She paused and studied his face. There was no judgement, only concern. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, he was smiling at her, silently waiting for her to tell him what she needed to. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach, "When I said she wiped out my entire family, she also wiped out any potential for a future family. This scar means I can no longer have children."
She watched as he looked at his hand on her stomach, lightly brushing his thumb back and forth over the mark, as if studying it, and she waited for the inevitable I want to have a family so this can't be more than one night speech that she usually got.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead and she swallowed the lump that had seemed to have permanently lodged itself in her throat. It was an unexpected gesture, different from all the others. He pulled back and looked at her, brushing an errant lock of hair from her eyes, "You must have went through hell."
It was another surprise, his response, and she couldn't stop the tears that spilled, "I did," she sniffed, "But compared with my parents, I was lucky. I survived with a few scars."
He lightly touched the side of her head, "You're okay now though?"
Hermione nodded, "Perfectly fine," she shrugged, "Well, almost perfectly fine."
Draco smiled at her, "You look pretty perfect to me."
"Not many others think so,"
He frowned at her, "Why not?"
She shrugged a shoulder, "The few guys that have preceded you, well, their futures included children and I couldn't give them that. So it was rarely more than one time, so I simply gave up on relationships."
"You're joking?" Draco looked disgusted and Hermione shook her head.
"I told you I was married, right?" she asked, and Draco nodded, "A part of the reason that he left was that he decided he wanted more. Children. A family. And with me there was no possible way," She sighed, "It's the reason I'm on my own, it's easier than the heartbreak."
"And he didn't think about it before he asked you to marry him?" Draco was frowning.
"I guess some people need to be smacked in the face with the truth before they actually realise the reality of the situation." She looked him directly in the eye, "Draco, I need you to know this about me, that there will be no oops baby with me, no baby full stop. You should know this about me so you can decide."
Draco took her in, she was breathtaking, he had thought as much from the moment he first met her, and now she was even more so since she chose to share her darkness with him, "Decide what?" he asked gently, "If I want to be with you? Because I've already decided that. And this," He touched her stomach, "This is a part of who you are. Nothing is wrong with you, you're perfect, and I would like to thank the others for leaving you for me."
"You're sure?" she asked, her voice tentative, unsure that he meant what he said.
"I've never been more certain about anything," he nodded, "My son is the most important person in my life, but you are becoming equally as important to me." He smiled at her, cupping her face with his hands and wiping the tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her, a soft, gentle kiss that told her everything she needed to know; he was serious about her, and the fact that she couldn't have a child with him meant nothing. He simply accepted her as she was, "Hermione, we don't have to do this if you're not ready."
She smiled at him, kissing him and whispering thank you, then her hand was on his cock and he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. Her hand was soft and warm and he exhaled a shaky breath, "Are you sure?" he asked.
Her smile turned into a smirk, and she tightened her grip on him, "Well, we did get naked, it would be a shame to waste the effort."
His hand slipped over her hip, his fingers tracing the lace of her underwear, "You're not naked," he pointed out and she laughed.
"What are you planning on doing about that?" she raised an eyebrow at him.
Draco grinned and rolled her to her back, he buried his face in her neck, and slipped his hand between her thighs, and he found her damp and they both gasped. He sucked kisses into her neck, while his fingers teased her, rubbing against the sodden lace. Hermione arched beneath him, and the sudden urge to be inside her almost pushed him over the edge. He clenched his jaw, he wanted to be with in every way possible, but he knew he needed to slow down, to show her that he wasn't like the others, that he wanted more than just one night with her. He reined himself in, slowing down; kissing along the warmth of her skin, going lower, lower, lower until he trailed his tongue along the edge of lace.
He hooked his fingers into the band of her emerald green knickers, and he quirked an eyebrow at her, "Matching?" he asked and she nodded.
"Always matching," she said and brushed her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her belly and dragged them slowly down her legs and he heard her gasp as he slowly lifted her knee, running his hand along the inside of her thigh, following his hand with his lips. Her hips rocked, shifting slightly as his name fell from her mouth in a gasped whisper when his mouth landed on her soaked core. A low moan growled from his chest and her name followed. He heard a sharp intake of breath as his tongue stroked lightly against her clit. He licked in small circles, licked up and down, side to side, teasing her until she was rocking against him and tugging at his hair.
Hermione's belly clenched and her hips pushed back against the friction his mouth was causing. A quiet ah! escaped her when he increased the pressure over her clit. Her head slammed back into the pillows, choking his name as he slid two fingers into her, bringing her closer and closer to release. Hermione shuddered under his touch; it had been so long and the dual sensation of his fingers and mouth had her unable to catch her breath. Her legs began to shake, his fingers moving faster, his mouth covering her, his teeth biting down gently. She cried out as he hit her g-spot, her orgasm washing over her, overpowering her senses. Draco continued to lick every bit of her, riding out her pleasure until she pushed at his head and told him to stop.
She was breathing hard, her skin flushed, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. Draco gave her clit one last kiss and shifted from between her thighs, eyeing the scar on her belly. He slowly bent down, not wanting to startle her, and pressed his lips lightly to her. Her hand flew to his shoulder, gripping him, but he didn't lift his head, instead he continued to kiss along the length of it, from her navel to her hip. He felt her fingers ease when he nipped at her hip, and he smiled.
"Perfect," he whispered and began running his lips and tongue back up her body, stopping to wrap his lips around her nipple.
Hermione cupped his jaw, pulling him up to her mouth, kissing him frantically, her hands grappling at his back. Draco pressed his body to hers, rocking his hips, his cock sliding against her soaking heat. Each pass across her clit elicited a moan. She hissed a breath between her clenched teeth and dove her hand between them, wrapping her fingers around him and guiding him lower.
"Wait." Draco said, her hand freezing on his hard length. He reached for the nightstand, pulling a condom from the drawer and holding it up to her.
She smiled at him, amazed at his consideration. She took the small packet from him, turning it over in her hand. She'd not had to worry about protection, not for a while now. She'd never used it with Oliver, she'd never had to. And in the three years since he'd left, well, this would be the first time in those three years it needed to be considered.
She looked up at Draco who was staring down at her, watching her as she contemplated what exactly to do. He'd not pushed her when she'd said no sex; he'd allowed her to control this, to make the decision when she was ready. He had been patient and had not once asked why. She didn't want to put a perfect label on him, but right now in this moment he was pretty close.
"It's been three years," She told him, "And it was only with Oliver before that. And I'm clean."
Draco cupped her face, "Same for me," he said quietly, "Not with Oliver, but three years. But we can use that, it's up to you."
Hermione laughed and shook her head and brushed her hand across his cheek, "Where did you come from?" she asked tossing the condom onto the nightstand and shifting beneath him, feeling the head of his cock pressing hard against her clit.
Draco leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Is this what you want? Are you sure?"
"Yes," she whispered, her hips rocking off the bed.
Draco's tip brushed against her entrance and Hermione hooked her feet over his hips, her heels digging into his arse attempting to pull him closer, "Draco, please," she whimpered, and he lowered his forehead to hers and finally pushed into her.
They moaned in unison at the feeling of finally being together. Draco buried his face into her neck and moaned softly at the feel of her; she was so fucking tight and hot around him. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him flush against her and kissing him deeply, tangling her fingers in his hair.
"Oh, fuck," He groaned, his fingers digging into the pillow beside her head, "Hermione, fuck."
She looked up at him and sucked in a breath. She wasn't sure what this was, but the complete intimacy of him buried deep inside her without moving, just simply staring down at her, his eyes so intense, made her want to cry. He leaned down and kissed her gently, a small whimper escaped her and she locked her eyes to his, running her hand across his jaw. His eyes were dark and serious, burning into her. His mouth descended to hers again and this kiss was different, full of heat and passion. The slow burn he'd started began to build, spreading through her and pooling in her core.
"Draco," she moaned, "Please, move. I need to feel you."
She choked out a cry when he finally moved. A slow, measured pace that felt like the most pleasurable torture she'd ever experienced, the slow grind of his pelvis repeatedly sliding over her already swollen clit sending a shockwave of pleasure through her as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She locked her ankles around his waist, and circled her hips against his, meeting his every thrust. His lips moved to her neck, her shoulder, her collar bone, whispering her name between every kiss.
Hermione closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She smiled at the feeling of him moving inside her. He kept the pace slow, allowing her body to adjust to his thickness. She felt stretched; she felt so full, "Tell me," she whispered opening her eyes to look at him.
"You feel...you feel fucking amazing," he murmured, pulling himself up on his knees, thrusting more steadily into her. His fantasies hadn't even come close. He could never have imagined the exquisite feel of her, the heat, the pink flush on her skin, the breathy moans.
He lowered himself back down, and they began to move effortlessly. She raised her hips to meet his every thrust, her hands digging into his arse, pulling him deeper and he hissed against her neck. He slammed his hips against hers, pulling a loud moan from deep within her throat. He repeated the movement, pulling almost completely out of her, and slamming back in, increasing the intensity and building the friction with every thrust. Her body began to burn, her every nerve alight with the sensation of him sliding through her. She felt the deep pull inside as her body began to flutter around him.
"Draco...oh!" She groaned as she spasmed around him, throwing her head back and arching her spine.
Draco watched as she fell apart beneath him, her entire body tensing, her mouth open, a silent scream leaving her. His hips slowed, her tight walls pulsing around his cock. She was drenched; her flesh surrounding him was slick, pulling him deeper into her. Her legs clamped around his hips; she came once, and when he pressed his thumb to her clit, she came again.
Draco was holding still above her, his arms trembling, his breathing shallow and he swallowed hard at the sight of her; bare breasts and toned stomach, her skin shining with sweat, her scent and the whimpers emanating from her blurring his brain.
He began to move again, his gaze on her as he slid slowly through her slick heat. Hermione let out a groan at the feel of him, her body still sensitive from the earth shattering orgasms he'd just given her. She should have known that he'd be good at this. For all his faults, Oliver had been great in bed - not that she liked to admit it - but Draco made him look amateurish.
She groaned again and Draco smirked, "Good?" he asked, still moving slowly, and she nodded.
"Too much?"
"No," she breathed, "Keep going."
Draco increased his pace, thrusting more quickly against her. Hermione's head dropped back, a loud moan falling from her mouth, and he grinned, "Is this what you like?" he asked and Hermione let out a shuddering breath, unable to answer him.
"Or maybe this is what you like," he slowed his pace, earning a mewling whine from her.
Her eyes were still closed but he saw her jaw clench, "Stop teasing and fuck me," she said through gritted teeth.
He smirked and continued to move slowly.
"Draco," she ground out, "Harder."
But he refused, continuing the agonisingly slow pace. He wanted to watch her fall apart again.
"Give me one more," he whispered and her eyes snapped open.
He was watching her, his face flushed, his body slick with sweat. She pulled her legs higher, spreading herself wider and clenched her inner muscles tightly around him. He swore and gripped her thighs, hooking his elbows beneath her knees, pushing them towards her chest and he began to fuck into her, his thrusting erratic and hard, and she cried out, the sound pulling him to the brink. He lifted his head to watch her; she arched beneath him, moaning his name as he felt her come once more.
His body shuddered, and cursing he collapsed on her, incoherently mumbling words against her skin as he came.