Here you go. I'll try to keep on it. And to those of you who thought I was rushing... you may be right. but I'll try to slow down. And don't worry, the story wont be over so soon.

The Book Called Revenge

Chapter 5

He had only just closed the door behind her, and was already pulling his shirt over his head, then undoing his pants.

Hermione was beginning to hyperventilate. He needed to slow down. She put her hands on his arm to still him and then wrote in Revenge.

'Slow down, will you? It's been a long, long time for me and I'm going to be honest, I'm a little freaked out.'

"How long is a long, long time?" he inquired and he seemed sincere as he buttoned his pants back up and Hermione blushed uncontrollably.

'A little over two years.' she wrote sheepishly and he let out a low whistle.

"How could you go that long without it?" he asked and she shot a glare at him. He smiled, "I mean, I assume it was by choice because you're pretty sexy in your own weird way," he said thoughtfully as if this were a real riddle of sorts.

She ignored the back handed complement outside of the blush and wrote in Revenge.

'You'd be surprised…'

"So you're telling me that you didn't have anyone coming on to you for over two years and with the way you dress like the sexiest thing in the work place," he asked incredulously. Hermione sighed, again ignoring another strange compliment.

'No one stuck around long enough to get to the sex part' she replied. 'And I like to feel like a woman since no one is going to treat me like one, hence the garb,' she added. She loved looking like corporate sex on legs. She had the body for it, no longer awkward as she used to be. It made her stand taller not to just be the frumpy smart woman at work, but the sex pot too.

"I didn't think you were that horrible of a person, but to be able to run a man away from sex, well…" he said, and Hermione scowled.

'I'm awkward, okay? By the time the date is over, I've fallen all over myself so much that they can't wait to get away!' she admitted and he nodded his head as if he completely understood. It was true; the hard work on her appearance couldn't disguise the fact that she was still Granger-ish in many ways.

"Makes sense," he said simply and for some reason she wasn't upset with him for agreeing. "So you act like a complete idiot and you never get to the good stuff?"

'I guess,' she shrugged.

"Well good thing there's no preliminary here right?" he asked with a laugh and she sighed. He thought this was a joke.

'Jeez, not even going to try and romance me?' she asked solemnly and he smirked.

"Is that what you want?" he asked back and she shrugged, hardly able to deal with him any further.

It's not as if he was expected to treat her like some virginal little angel, and there was no point in getting all worked up or anything. All she really needed to do was lay there and take it, right? She could do that. She sighed and was about to start taking off her clothes when suddenly Draco was kissing her.

In her shock, she let him deepen the kiss. When he pulled away, he was smirking.

"Romancing you? Sure I can do that. Whatever will make this less awkward," he said with a laugh, "And besides, sex is an art and it'd be a shame to send you off with a quickie after two years of celibacy don't you think?

She made a face as if to express the scoff she couldn't sound, but then Draco went in for another kiss and Hermione didn't object.

This was going to make it easier he hoped. He'd get her relaxed and maybe the both of them could even try to really enjoy it. Lord knew that this woman needed to enjoy some sex after that long.

He was giving her the snogging of a lifetime, but she just stood there like a statue, so he broke the kiss and pegged her with a questioning look. When she stared back at him innocently he sighed.

"This is kind of a give and take thing you know?" he told her and her face heated up to a truly endearing shade of pink. She took a step back and started to write again.

'You're better off if I don't try,' she wrote and he smiled.

"It can't be that bad," he assured her, but she shook her head as if he had no idea. "Okay, then at least humor me will you?" he said and took a step toward her. She shrugged in compliance and as he leaned in to kiss her again, she met him half way.

She moved her mouth on his and his tongue met hers and all Draco was could think was: my god, is she a terrible kisser. She had no rhythm and no sensuality. It was clumsy, wet and just outright ridiculous that any woman as good looking as her could have made it to this age and not learned to snog properly.

He broke away a bit abruptly and from the look on her face, she already knew why, so he didn't bother being polite about it.

"Right," he started, "I see what you mean."

She gave him an 'I told you so' look and shrugged.

"So how did it get this bad?" he asked her and she took the quill to Revenge with messy quick strokes.

'Well, Ron was never the best at snogging and so early on I decided that I really didn't enjoy it too much. Of course Ginny kept telling me that I had to find the right guy to 'snog my socks off' as she put it, but even after Ron and I split, I steered clear of it. I'm fine with just kissing.' She handed him the book and he scoffed.

Who on earth could be fine with just kissing?

"So I didn't just 'snog your socks off?'" he asked with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, snatching the book from him.

'The best kiss I've ever had, I'll admit, but I don't have much to compare to and my socks are still as they should be, sorry.'

He chuckled at that although it was a little wounding.

He ran a hand through his hair; he wasn't here to give her a 'make out 101' session, so he decided that he'd skip the kissing.

Hermione felt like she was doing a pretty good job at not acting as mortified as she really felt inside right now.

The kiss had been more than nice, but she froze up not knowing what to do with herself or how to reciprocate. Where should her hands go? How wide should her mouth be? Was she supposed to breathe out into his mouth, and how was she supposed to swallow her spit with his tongue down her throat?

It was all just too complicated and she always became overwhelmed. She was trying to be calm, she really was, but she must have become even more stiff in the following moments because Draco frowned.

"You really need to relax," he said and she could tell that he was trying not to be annoyed. "You're making me nervous now, too."

She couldn't even believe that he'd be nervous about a little sex. He read her skepticism and smiled.

"Believe me, this isn't easy for me," he said, "My partners are usually very willing and don't make me feel like I'm taking advantage of them," he said and Hermione turned away from him.

She wasn't meaning to come off like that.

"Let's try a different tactic, okay?" he asked and he came up behind her, flush against her back.

He pulled her shirt from her skirt and let his hand travel underneath. She jumped as he cupped her small breast and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

When he pinched her nipple she sucked in a sharp breath and released it on a sigh.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about anything, but instead she was thinking about everything!

"Relax," he said soothingly into her ear, and she wanted to ask him what he thought she was trying to do.

His other hand traveled downward and got a hand full of her butt and another sigh shakily escaped her. She would be the first to admit that this did feel nice, but it would be a lot nicer if her body wasn't seizing up.

Right, this was better, Draco thought. Seduction might get her to be at least willing, but the only problem was that he just was not turned on. Maybe it was something about her not being able to moan, but whatever it was, he was feeling really detached right now and none of this was going to work if he didn't get his body working right.

He pulled her silky shirt over her head. The sight of breasts were usually a sure fire way to get the ball rolling. So he turned her to face him, but even that didn't work. What was wrong with him?

He led her backward and pushed her back on the bed. In her heels, stockings and pencil skirt, she looked like a pin up model. For some reason even that wasn't enough.

He would normally would have liked it for a woman to keep the shoes and stockings on, but maybe he needed her completely naked.

He turned her onto her stomach and unzipped the back of her skirt revealing a lacey black thong and matching garter belt. It was a sight to behold as he dragged the skirt down her legs. When he got the thing over her heels, and she looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks, he finally felt a stirring in him. Maybe he'd get to keep the heels and stockings after all.

Hermione was beginning to have palpitations as he slid his finger up the line that traveled the back of her stockings and flattened his hand out when he reached her butt. He moved up her back and neck until he reached her hair. He undid the mass of brown locks and looked surprised to see that her hair was long enough to reach her lower back.

She had to remind herself to keep breathing. She felt too exposed and her skin was cold and goose-bumpy. She turned herself over because the way he watched her butt was unnerving.

What she was wearing beneath her clothes had always felt like a secret to be kept between her and her own body. Some may have asked why wear it if you don't want anyone to see, and it was simple really. She loved the way that it made her feel. Just for her and her alone.

Now though, she felt a little ashamed of herself. It was embarrassing to have someone see her in these overly sexual under things.

It was bad enough that she never got past first dates, and that her kissing skills were atrocious, but now, not by choice, she was going to have to show someone how truly grueling a task it was, to sleep with her too.

Ron had often remarked that it was sometimes a chore and thanks to him, she'd developed a complex. She'd tried to learn to do things right, but whenever she'd tried to take charge, he'd look disappointed with her and tell her what she was doing wrong.

And Hermione was not very good at taking criticism that was for sure.

This was horrible… Draco wasn't doing anything wrong, but at this rate, she was just going to crawl deeper and deeper inside of herself. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Her earlier thought of 'just lay there and take it' came back to her.

This was a humbling experience indeed, Revenge.

She literally scooted up onto the bed properly and assumed the position.

Draco sighed. Just as soon as the stirring had started, it was like she'd done her best to make sure that it stopped. She oozed insecurity. In fact, she was the word incarnate at the moment, and it was definitely a buzz kill.

He wasn't about to have sex with someone if it made him feel like he was a monster. Even if he'd wanted to, there was no way he was going to get it up under these conditions. This was, if possible, worse than what he'd even imagined.

He sighed loudly running a hand through his hair in defeat.

"I can't do this," he conceded and Hermione looked torn between shocked and relieved. "This really isn't my problem and if you don't want to break this damn curse than I can't help you, but I'm not going to force myself on you," he added bluntly. He was feeling more than a little drained.

Hermione looked crestfallen, but she didn't make any moves to argue. Revenge was on the floor near the bed and Draco picked it up handing it to her before lying beside her on the bed. He rested with his hands under his head, facing the ceiling and closed his eyes. She stared at him, confused.

"When you're ready, then come at me," he told her and her eyes bulged from her head, "Until then, it's your funeral."

And he meant that quite literally. If she wasn't going to meet him half way then she wasn't going to be released. He wasn't about to go all out for her if she wasn't willing to at least try. This wasn't something he was getting off on and he didn't like her shirking her responsibilities on him like this.

Hermione got up from the bed and headed over to where he'd thrown her clothes, but surprise, surprise, when she made a grab for them her hand slid through.

How terribly humiliating. She was stuck like this until he got up and came close enough to her clothes for her put them back on. But he was right to be upset with the way she was acting. He was doing her favor after all.

She went back to the edge of the bed and sat down beside him, one arm crossed over her chest as the other wrote in Revenge. When she was done she set the book on his chest.

He opened his eyes and with an exasperated sigh he picked up the book.

'Okay, I have a problem,' he read and then laughed harshly.

"Yeah, I'll say," he told her, tossing the book back down, "You'd rather die than get shagged.

She took Revenge and wrote again, handing the book back to him when she was done.

'Can we just go slower?'

"How much slower can we possibly go?" he asked and she could see that he was trying not to be angry, "I'm not a fan of putting my life on hold like this," he told her honestly and she bowed her head in shame.

'I'm sorry I'm asking for so much, can you give me a day or two to work up to it?'

He read it and felt like a jerk for wanting to say no. He wanted to tell her that it was now or never, but whatever was going on with her, it went deeper than not being able to get laid in the past couple years and he could see now that if he wanted her compliance during the act, he was going to have to give her some breathing room.

"Fine," he said quickly before he could change his mind, "You have me for two days. That's it," he assured her sternly. He didn't have work tomorrow and if they were lucky, she'd be out by then.

She nodded but didn't seem happy.

"So to start out slow," he said to her and she didn't look at him as he spoke, "first, I'm going to teach you how to properly snog,' he said and her eyes shot to his in confusion.

'I don't think that's necessary,' she wrote and he chuckled.

"Believe me," he said seriously, "it is."

She half smiled as her cheeks tinged.

"And you'll sleep here with me in case you get any urges in the night," he told her and her eyes completely lit up at that idea. He added that one just to be nice, but he couldn't figure out why.

She seemed to have just realized that she'd been too preoccupied earlier to notice that she'd been in a bed for the first time in ages. As soon as that sank in, she smiled so amazingly bright that Draco was immediately glad he'd offered his bed.

Who knows, by the end of her two days, she might not have mustered up the courage to have sex with him, and then who knew when the next time she'd see a bed would be.

'Thank you' she wrote and he couldn't help himself as he answered her.

"You welcome."

She looked flabbergasted and he realized what he'd just said.

"But tonight, in exchange, we snog until your lips are sore," he added to cover his slip up. She smiled at him like she knew what he'd just tried to hide.

'You're losing out on both accounts,' she noted and he laughed at that one. He absolutely agreed. He'd been losing out ever since she showed up, and yet he still wasn't feeling apathetic somehow.

"Now come here," he said sitting up fully and she sat on the bed across from him. He didn't even try not to gawk at her breasts, and she did her best to ignore it.

She'd better get used to it, he thought. She needed to get comfortable.

"Try to mimic what I do, and don't worry if you don't get it at first. Just stay relaxed and let it happen on its own, okay?" he asked and she looked totally clueless. He smiled, but didn't try to clarify.

He leaned into her and she moved in as well. When their lips met he gave her a few soft pecks before letting his lips linger. He licked the seam of her lips and just like a studious Granger, she replicated his actions.

It was well done.

When he slanted his head, she slanted the opposite direction. He parted his lips and she did the same. He pushed his tongue just past her lips and she did the same again.

It was slow and steady and well-paced; almost sensual. As he pressed further, so did she and when he kissed a little deeper, she mimicked.

Before he knew what was happening his heart was pounding. Just from a kiss. Everything he did, she matched and although it was slow going, something about having the time to feel how soft and yielding her lips felt against his was amazing.

He'd always kissed hard and fast, but this, this was incredible.

Just as he was in the mind set to lay her down and see how far they could go, she pulled away.

Her face was red her eyes were hooded, as she panted trying to catch her breath.

'Was that okay?' she wrote and he didn't even know how to answer that. It was more than okay.

"Yeah," was all he said but she took it as a triumph, judging from her smile.

'Should we try again?' she asked and he nodded because he couldn't get the words out.

"Kiss me harder this time," he told her and she went as red as a tomato. He was aware that his voice had fallen a few octaves, but couldn't be bothered to care as he kissed her again.

She again met his moves and before he knew it, he was above her.

As soon as his hand touched her skin, she froze up and he pulled away, feeling a more than a little dazed.

She seemed shocked and grabbed Revenge quickly.

'Sorry, it just took me by surprise,' she wrote and he was right there on the same page with her. As she set Revenge down, he thought he saw it glow, when nothing else happened he focused back on Hermione and completely locked everything else out.

"It's okay," he said and he was a bit breathy, "Let's start from here though," he told her leaning her back and hovering above her again. "This time, don't be surprised," he added and she nodded even though he could tell she was nervous. Draco on the other hand was feeling like he couldn't wait to get closer to her for some reason.

Hermione finally knew what it was to have her socks snogged off. And it was great. Kissing really wasn't that hard and she didn't know why she had never been able to do it before. She copied his moves and then it just came naturally.

She was light headed and dizzy, and all the thoughts in her head where slipping away. When Draco's hand began to inch up her side this time, she didn't flinch. When he cupped her breast, she out right moaned, and even though it was silent, he somehow knew and made and appreciative noise in response.

This was nice, she thought. Not at all like she thought it would be. And nothing like it had been like with Ron. She was always very much there when they had sex. But right now, she was drifting in some abyss and they hadn't even gotten past third base.

Draco's hand slid south and was down her panties and inside of her before she even had time to protest. She arched up and he wished that she had her voice back so he could hear her moaning. Something about her was suddenly very sexy, but that could be his dick talking, because if he was aware of only one fact, it was that he was not thinking with his brain right now.

But there was something to be said about seeing her this way. Enjoying him openly now, when only moments ago he wasn't sure she was even going to be free of her curse at all.

It was his best case scenario and he realized that he'd better take advantage of it while he could.

He broke their kiss just long enough to get his pants and boxers out of the way before returning to her. He didn't want her euphoria to wear off and for her to come back to her senses.

He settled between her legs and pulled her panties out of the way. He broke the kiss again so he could guide himself in. As soon as he was inside of her she started to freeze up again.

He waited while they both panted, out of breath, until she got the nerve to look at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her. They were already halfway there and to be honest he wasn't going to be the nicest guy in the world to be around if she made him back pedal at this point.

She slowed her breathing and took a few calming breaths before shaking her head.

"Good," he said and captured her mouth with his own again.

All he did for a while was kiss her soundly and when she was breathing heavily again and lost in the moment, he began to move inside her.

Her panting encouraged him and he massaged her with his hand as he moved faster.

He was surprised when her legs came up around his waist and her hands dug into his back.

It wasn't long before she climaxed and he followed right after.

Even though the deed was done he continued to kiss her, bringing her down slowly. When he finally broke the kiss he smiled at the utterly blissful expression on her face.

Her eyes were closed and she had a hilarious grin on her face.

"How was that?" he asked with a laugh and she cracked her eyelids just enough to seem him.

"It was amazing," she said through labored breaths and they both froze at the sound of her voice. For no reason at all, they both broke into laughter. Maybe it was hysterics, but whatever it was, it felt good.

Draco, realizing that he hadn't separated from her yet, rolled off of her and rested beside her. When their strange laughter died out, all that remained was an awkward silence.

"I guess…" Hermione started, "I should go."

Draco felt wrong about kicking her out right away, but honestly, there was no reason for her to stay.

"You could stick around for the night if you want?" he said and couldn't figure out why his words had come out the complete opposite of what he'd been thinking. What was wrong with him?

She didn't say anything for a bit and he starting to feel like a complete idiot, when finally she turned to him and smiled.

"I'd actually, really like that," she said, "If you're not offering just to be nice," she added and he laughed.

"Believe me, if I wanted you gone, you'd know" he said and she laughed too.

"I bet," she replied.

Then as if Draco was possessed, he did something, something that had no reason or explanation. He leaned forward and kissed her.

She stared at him in shock and he felt the same way. He didn't know where that had come from.

"I'm sorry," he said dumbly and she took the opportunity to shut her gaping mouth. She just nodded and then tuned over onto her side, facing away from him.

Draco scrubbed his hand over his face. He picked up his wand from the bedside table and put out the lights.

"Night," he told her.

"Night," she replied with a groggy lilt. She was already knocking out. Draco on the other hand was wide awake and stayed so for the next hour while he tried to fight off this undeniable urge to hold her.

Around two hours later, he had her spooned up against him tightly and they both rested peacefully.

Neither of them stirred when just beside the bed, where Revenge lay discarded from their earlier antics, a bright light engulfed the room before receding back into Revenge's pages.

It wasn't done with them just yet.

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