My top is flicked from his fingers and lands somewhere on the other side of the couch, but all I can think of is the pulsing need between my thighs and how fantastic Draco Malfoy feels moving against me.
I never considered that I would be in this position with him. In all honesty, before a few months ago I had never even considered hi as anything other than an enemy... But here we are; Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger moving steamily together on my living room couch.
When I imagined losing my virginity - and I did so a lot - I never expected it to be on a couch, with Draco Malfoy after only recently becoming reacquainted with him. But, now that I am getting all up close and personal with him, I couldn't imagine anything better.
"Stop, Granger." He stills my hips with his hands, I push against them to try and get us moving together again and, for a few seconds, he lets me continue as he throws his head back and moans contentedly, but then he stops me again. Leaning his head forwards onto my exposed chest, his breath causes little puffs of cold air to shiver along my exposed chest, making my already taught nipples harden painfully.
My hands fist in his hair, pulling his mouth up and closer to my heated flesh but he pushes me away. "Granger, stop."
Shaking my head, I try to clear my muddled thoughts and the only reason I can think of, that would result in a man pushing away sex, is that he does not like me in that way.
"Right... I'm sorry I pushed myself on you." I tell him, standing up and moving around to the back of the couch and pulling my crumpled top back over my head. "I think that you should leave." I manage to strangle out in a hoarse whisper.
"Hermione, what are you talking about?"
I shake my head and allow my arms to hug protectively around my middle as we stare at each other. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it!" I say, "You don't find me attractive,"
"Oh, shut up, Hermione." I recoil, his words slamming into me full force, "Will you stop being so obtuse for a minute,"
Shaking, the only effective way that I have found to contain my anger, I probably look demented. "I am not obtuse!" I snarl back, walking forwards to jab a finger into his obnoxiously toned chest.
Shaking his head, he laughs... He laughs... At me! Taking my hand in his own, much larger one, he moves it to touch the area between his legs, "I think it is pretty damn obvious that I what you so badly," he smiles, and then removes my hand as I start to increase my hold.
"I'm sorry, I just get really insecure around you, and I have no idea why," he smirks and I jump in before he can speak, "Do not take this as an opportunity to spout rubbish about how intimidatingly sexy you are."
He nods, reaching forwards to tug at a loose curl by my ear and then takes a step closer, "The reason that I didn't let you carry on, is because I don't want you to think that this is a mistake." He smiles, "And I really do not want you to ever regret this."
I don't know what to say, "I won't ever regret being with you that way."
He laughs, shaking his head and rapping an arm around my waist so we are pressed flush together, "I think it is undeniably sexy that you want me so badly -"
Flushing, my mouth opens and closes without the presence of words for a few seconds and then I finally manage to squeeze out a few words, "Just because of that, I don't think that you should ever expect to sleep with me." I joke, nudging his side and smiling coyly.
He shakes his head, smiling at me and leaning down to brush his lips lightly along my own mouth. "I like you a lot, Hermione Granger, and I don't want to ruin this."
"I like you a lot too." I manage to say before his lips crowd mine again. But this time the kiss is different; tender and perfect, but still fused with a passion and longing that leaves me weak in the knees.
"I have to work tomorrow," He tells me, after an enjoyable dinner. Ever since our little conversation and the pleasure inducing kiss, he has kept me at a good arms length away making sure that I am a safe distance so that if I decide to pounce on him he has enough forewarning to step away. "So I should probably go."
"Ok, I should probably get a good night's rest too," It is the first time in the last two days that I even remembered that I am unemployed – and that I almost slept with my former boss; when did the lines get so blurred.
Smiling, I walk him to the floo, "You never really gave me a formal resignation," Shaking his head, he holds onto my shoulders and smirks, "Instead I had Pansy running into my office screaming her head off. So, if you still want your job than you are welcome to it."
"I don't think that is a good idea," I tell him, shaking my head and turning from him. "But I have all the notes for the project here if you want them." I find the black folder along my other files and hand it to him.
"And if you need anything you can always call round and ask." I tell him, leaning up on my tiptoes to press a soft kiss on his lips before I push him away and throw a handful of floo powder into the hearth.
Standing among the vibrant, green flames he looks positively ethereal – not that I mention it... his head is already having a hard time getting into the fireplace, and I see no need to induce more arrogance. "Lunch tomorrow?" He asks and I find myself nodding while biting my lip; suddenly I realise that that is very 'school girl crush' type behaviour so I stop myself and wave slightly instead as he disappears into the intricate, smoky corridors of the floo network.
The night passes quickly, locked in a sexual dream that had me blushing to the roots of my hair when I wake with a tingling between my thighs that makes me squirm uneasily.
His grey eyes flash behind my eye lids, shining darkly with lust.
"God, I need to find something else to occupy my thoughts!" I mutter to myself, getting up and moving over to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat.
Lunch with Malfoy isn't for another few hours, and even now I am locked in a part of my mind that contains nothing but him. I decide that the most prudent call of action is to spend my time munching in front of the TV and then getting ready for my lunch date.
While I am watching a fantastic episode of a crazy reality show – which happens to just be code for complete trash, (daytime TV is hardly the most riveting) – and trying to keep my mind from straying into 'Malfoy dominated' areas, the front door sounds and I find myself with a visitor.
"Ginny, what are you doing here?" I ask, fussing over my frizzy hair and trying to make sure that my breath doesn't smell absolutely hideous – because brushing my teeth took a decidedly far back seat while most of my attention fell on a certain Slytherin.
"You have not been using that shampoo I sent you!" Ginny snaps, moving into the room and taking a seat on the sofa. Ginny looks around, taking in the state of the room and then the state of myself before coming to the conclusion that, "We need a spa retreat, I mean you have lost all sense of purpose and I could really use a break from my mother and every other constant in my life – i.e my stupid brothers."
"Spa retreat? Really?" I shudder at the thought, "I can think of many more interesting things to do than that... I mean, does eating in front of the TV not sound like a great alternative?" I say holding up my packet of Doritos and waving them in front of her nose, "It will be so much cheaper too,"
She doesn't even laugh, "I'll pay,"
Scrunching up my nose, I realise that I have reached the end of the packet in my lap. "I still think that ordering three different types of take away and munching our way through them will be so much more exciting and life affirming." I mutter, though I don't think that I am having much effect with my dissuading attempts.
"Considering that you don't have a job," way to rub salt in a wound, Ginny. "we can leave straight away – I should go and make reservations for tonight, I'm sure somewhere will have a place." She seems to be talking to herself.
"Wouldn't you much rather stay here and just talk the problems out? What did your family do to you?" I ask, "Plus, I can't go today, I have a lunch date." Finally, she smiles.
"With who?" She asks, excited.
Tipping my head to the side, I watch her reaction as I mention his name, "Draco,"
"As in Draco Malfoy?" She asks.
Smirking I say, "How common of a name do you think Draco is?"
Ginny stands, flipping her hair back and making her way to my room as she says, "Not any less common that Hermione." And then she disappears beyond the wall, so I have to strain my ears as she calls, "We need to find you an outfit."
The remaining two hours before my date find me with lots of unidentified product shining in my hair and a rather crispy face mask that leaves my face itchy. Ginny continues to bat my hand away every time I move to scratch my nose and scoffs every time I tell her that I could be allergic to it. While stressing over the irritating issue of my skin, I also have to listen to Ginny recount the morning events.
"And then, Ron's new 'Girlfriend' asked me if I had gone to the hairdressers recently because I was looking mighty ruff – but that was after she asked me if I wanted the number for a tailor so they can take out my trousers because she thought they looked a bit tight." Sighing, she curls the last piece of my hair into a more manageable curl than my normal hair, "Why would she say those things? I mean, wouldn't it be a good idea to get on his sisters good side if she wants to stick around."
I don't day anything, instead I let Ginny rant it out, "And then mum agreed with her and said that if I want to find myself a boyfriend I need to start taking care of myself. I look better than them all combined!" she huffs indignantly.
"Don't worry Ginny, I'm sure this girl won't be around long enough for us to remember her name." I tell her.
Finally I am what Ginny deems 'ready' – and the rest of us call 'exaggerated' – and she smiles.
When I arrive at the offices, I make my way to Malfoy's floor. His door is open as I reach it.
He doesn't look up at me, so I take the time to watch him as he surrounds himself in his own world.
For once, his hair is all messed up in this totally sexy way, instead of being in its usually perfect sleekness. I smile as his right hand moves along the thick pages, playing with the tip of the book that is placed casually on his desk.
His eyes scrunched in an adorable way as he strains to see what is written on the yellowing pages. I cough slightly and he looks up, smiling through to his eyes as he sees me which leaves a pleasant feeling at the bottom of my stomach.
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