This one is pure smut and lemony goodness! You've been warned...

Chapter 25

Hermione wound her arms around Draco's neck, still perched across his lap where he had pulled her down moments before. Shifting her body, she moved until her legs were draped on either side of his and pulled her body even closer to his. Leaning in closer, she pressed her lips to his. The taste of apples and spice flooded her mouth. As she ran her fingers through silky, white-blonde hair, she deepened the kiss and felt his fingers tangle in her curls in response.

Although she eventually had to pull away for air, she did not stop her exploration. Her hands leisurely trailed from his firm chest down to his waistband, then back up to his shoulders. Slowly, painstakingly, she began to slip each button on his crisp white shirt from its hole and pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of porcelain skin that she revealed.

She could hear his breath catch in his throat as her mouth pressed against his skin, and it made her flush with pride that she was able to bring this strong, haughty man to his metaphorical knees. With the final button unfastened, she pushed the shirt from his shoulders. Her hands gripped his strong arms and, drinking in the sight of his lean and muscled body, she decided that she had never appreciated Quidditch more than she did in that moment. Then she leaned in for another intense kiss. He allowed her to lead them, following her cues and relinquishing all control over to her.

She relished in the feeling of power that she held over him in that moment, especially when he looked up at her with eyes so warm with love and lust that they looked like molten silver. His breaths came in shallow pants that wafted over her rapidly warming skin.

Breaking the kiss, she unfolded herself from his lap so that she could stand, then grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. With just a thought, their bed reappeared in the room, and they moved toward it as if stuck in its gravitational pull. Hermione's hands were loosening the belt around his trim waist, and she pulled it free of the loops, letting it drop to the rug beneath their feet with a soft thump.

She dropped to her knees in front of him to unbutton his trousers, and the zipper sounded erotically loud in the otherwise silent room as she pulled it down. His trousers dropped to his ankles with a slight tug, and, at her urging, he stepped out of them. She took a moment to admire the powerful muscles in his calves and thighs from her vantage point on the ground, then pulled his sock from his left foot, then his right.

When she rose to her feet once again, she gave him a gentle push urging him backward until the backs of his knees hit the soft cushion of the mattress. He sat, allowing soft hands against his check to push him onto his back.

She took her time then to explore his body, nude apart from the briefs that covered the part of his body that was currently straining toward her. She used lips and tongue to trace the ridges of lean muscle across his chest and arms, then moved further down. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of his briefs, she tugged the offending garment down his legs to free his impressive length from the fabric. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief at the thought of being in her warm, wet body.

A groan of ecstasy was torn from his throat when she instead took his length into her mouth. He fisted his hands into the sheets at either side of his body to stop himself from taking over or thrusting into her mouth; he wanted to allow her to set the pace.

He wished that he could enjoy the feeling forever; sooner than he would have liked, however, he was pulling her away from him and dragging her back up his body. He locked their lips together in a fierce kiss, at the same time giving his body a moment to back down from the ledge over which she had nearly sent him tumbling.

Hermione leaned her body away from his, not breaking their kiss as she did so, and began to unbutton her own shirt. She stripped it off and, which some deft maneuvering, her skirt quickly followed to leave her clad in only her black bra and matching knickers. Draco took a moment to simply admire her. No matter how many times he had now seen her this way, he still found her to be the sexiest witch he had ever seen.

He groaned in appreciation at the sight of her nearly-naked body, which caused a pretty pink blush to spread across her cheeks, and leaned up to press a kiss against her now-exposed collarbone. He didn't get to play for too long, however, before she was pushing him back down onto the bed to take back control, resuming the leisurely pace she had set for them at the beginning. She unhooked the clasps of her bra, letting it dangle teasingly from her fingertips before dropping it to the floor. Not breaking eye contact, she then slid the scrap of black fabric, behind which hid what he wanted most in that moment, down her long, shapely legs and leaving her body just as bare as his own. Then she crawled over his body until she was seated astride him, her hot core positioned right over the part of him that was straining toward her.

Hermione gasped, then moaned huskily as two of Draco's fingers entered her body, stretching her deliciously. His thumb joined in the play, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerves that he alone knew how to manipulate so flawlessly until her body was undulating on top of his. When he had her teetering on the edge of bliss, ready to plummet into the abyss that awaited, he pulled away from her.

With a hiss of frustration and unfulfilled desire, she leaned down to kiss him deeply as one hand snaked between their sweat-covered bodies to grasp his hard length. She lowered her body onto his, taking him into her in one smooth stroke, and both broke away from the kiss to utter twin sighs of contentment. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her down on top of him until there wasn't a single place where their bodies weren't touching.

They slowly moved toward completion together. Hermione's forehead was damp with perspiration, and she let it drop down to rest against Draco's equally sweaty one. Draco's hand slid between their gently rocking bodies and, with a few well-placed strokes, she shattered. A soft, keening moan filled the room as stars burst behind her eyelids. Draco, feeling her body tightening around him, followed right behind her.

Laying there in bed afterward, curled up in his arms, Hermione tiredly ran her fingers over the defined muscles of his abdomen, loving the way he twitched each time she got too close to his sides. She loved that he was ticklish; it made him seem more of an everyday man and less of the elite Pureblood scion that she had always known him to be, and she relished in that bit of normalcy.

Soaking in the warmth that his body provide, she found herself hoping by all of the Founders that this would never end.

"I'm not going to let go of you, Draco," she said softly. "This will all turn out okay. How can it not, as long as we have one another?"

His arms tightened around her, and he pressed a kiss to her temple in response, hoping that she was right.

Song Inspiration: Hold On – Michael Bublé

Hope you enjoyed some nice lemons, figured I might as well go ahead and make some lemonade with them ;)

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