Of Firsts and Lasts
He pulled away slowly as her eyes blinked open to settle on his. She was so beautiful like this. He rose to his feet and kissed her. He became impossibly more aroused when she didn't shy away from deepening that kiss—tasting herself. He drew away after long moments, cupping her face gently.
"You are so beautiful," he breathed and somehow this, after what just happened, made her blush; it was the most delicious shade of crimson he had ever seen.
"Draco, I need you," she whimpered, her hands moving to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling before getting frustrated and— to his shock—ripping it apart, buttons flying everywhere.
He smiled and shook his head as he snaked his arm around her waist, grabbing his wand from the counter and Apparating them to his room. He steadied her as she swayed on her feet from the unexpected trip. He chuckled as she smacked his bare chest. She stopped her assault when he shrugged out of his shirt and reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head.
Draco took a moment to appreciate the swell of her breasts, and the curve of her hips, as she stood before him in a sheer lace bra and knickers. He could drink in the sight of her forever, her little nervous fidgeting only endearing her to him further. She was tugging at an errant curl and all he could think about was how much he loved her. The spell broke when Hermione spoke, or rather complained.
"I find it rather unfair you have such a spectacular view and I am left with a man wearing far too many clothes," she teased before stepping up to him, undoing the buckle of his belt, followed by the button, then unhurried, she unzipped his trousers.
Draco sucked in a sharp breath and tried to contain a groan and utterly failed. He felt Hermione's fingers slip into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them and his trousers down in one swift movement.
"Now, I find that I am the one left wanting and that's utterly unacceptable," he said tersely.
Hermione responded by placing a firm hand on Draco's chest and pushed him back. He complied because he wanted to see what she would do next. His mouth dried up as she undid the clasp of her bra and slowly let it fall away. She stood for a moment before turning around to display her sinful ass as she removed those lace knickers. She wiggled it around a bit just for good measure and he wanted nothing more than to redden those cheeks. This witch was done tormenting him.
"Come here," he command.
Hermione stepped forward without argument, grasping his hips lightly before pressing herself into his chest, reaching up on her toes to kiss him. Draco responded with enthusiasm, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth, biting and sucking before releasing it. His cock was pinned between their bodies, hard and aching. Being the wicked, wicked witch she was, Hermione ground her body into him, causing his cock twitch which made her smile against his lips. She lightly raked her fingernails across his hip bones, down the front of his thighs then back up to cup his balls in one hand and grasp his length in the other, squeezing firmly at the base just the way he liked. Draco couldn't contain a whimper with her hands on him and his response only served to encourage her. She pumped him one, two, three times before Draco had had enough. He bent down, picked her up and tossed her onto his bed. She gasped and a wicked little smile formed on her lips, oh what he was going to do to that mouth someday. Her legs spread wide, still wrapped around him, he lined himself up with her entrance and with one powerful thrust he wiped that smirk effectively off of her face.
"God Draco, yes," she cried as Draco began a deep slow rhythm.
He caged her in with his forearms, his face tucked into her neck. He bit and sucked his way down to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth in turns: biting, sucking, licking torturing. It was only fair, she had tormented him. The noises their bodies made with each thrust was unholy; she was so wet as he slid in and out of her, he pulled away from her body just enough to watch, as he slowly pulled out all the way to the tip before slowly pushing back in. She growled in frustration as he did this a few more times, savoring the view of watching his cock disappear into her cunt.
"Draco, more, please more," she begged and fuck if that didn't turn him on even more.
Draco straightened, lifting her legs up to his shoulders to change the angle. She cried out as he held onto her thighs and increased the intensity of his thrusts. She cried out every time he slammed into her. His cock became achingly harder as he watched her tits bounce in time with his thrusts, but this wasn't enough he wanted her undone. With his free hand, he began to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb in a slow, swirling motion that had her eyes rolling back.
Yes, this was better he thought to himself as he continued his ministration.
"Draco I'm so close don't stop," she begged again as if he would stop, as if he didn't want her to shatter
"Then come for me, witchling," Draco growled.
And she did, and it was glorious. If he thought feeling her fluttering around his tongue had been something then this must be what the Muggles call Heaven. He continued to swirl her clit slowly as she came down from her orgasm, and stopped entirely as her body went slack. He let her hips fall back to the bed. Gently he scooped her up, turned, and sat down, holding her in his lap. Her head fell to his shoulder. She was still panting. Draco pushed aside her hair to place soft kisses along her neck and jaw before they found each other's lips. They spent long minutes just kissing. He was still inside of her, and every few seconds she had started to clench around him.
"Are you doing that on purpose to torture me," he groaned.
She feigned innocence as she smiled.
"I don't know what you're talking about Draco," she smirked and did it again before pushing him down on his back.
"My turn," she said.
She was riding him, bouncing up and down. He pushed himself farther onto the bed, getting his feet securely beneath him, and began to thrust up in time with her. She was gasping in moments, incoherent words coming out of her mouth. She changed the game again as she bent low, grinding hard against his hips. She kissed his neck lightly at first then began to nip before she sucked hard at the place where his jaw met his ear.
"Hermione oh, god, Hermione," Draco rasped.
She quickened the pace of the grinding up-and-down movement of her hips at an angle that was driving him wild, but he wasn't going to let her finish him like this. Oh no, she was going to come on his cock again so they could finish together.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over. He ground his hips in a rolling motion and her eyes rolled back as a soft moan escaped her lips. He was getting so close. He was painfully hard. Draco wanted to finish inside her, but he wasn't sure how she would feel about that.
"Hermione, I'm close."
"Me too, Draco."
"Can I—"
"Yes, yes, god yes, please."
Draco picked up the pace and in moments Hermione was crying out again. As she tightened and spasmed around him, Draco felt himself tip into oblivion with the final thrust, emptying himself into her before he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped herself around him. He wanted every day to be like this day.
Draco rolled them back over, so she was laying on his chest and pulled out of her, but neither of them moved after that. She had threaded her fingers through his hair and was lazily scratching his scalp as he brushed soothing strokes down her back before he wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly.
"Draco, I'm so sorry for pushing you away, for thinking that what we have was merely some fabrication," she said thickly, and Draco could tell she was holding back tears.
"Shh," he said as he stroked her hair, "Hermione, the fact that you let me touch you at all is a wonder to me. You saying you love me—I don't think I'll ever deserve that," Draco whispered.
Hermione pulled back from him and pinned him with a very serious expression as she said, "Draco, you deserve to be loved the way that you love. I see that now. You love so fiercely, albeit selectively, but those people that matter to you, you would fight the world for them. I feel so grateful to be one of the few."
Hermione placed a light kiss on his lips before nuzzling back into his neck for a moment.
"I don't know how to ask this without ruining this warm bubble that we have," she started awkwardly, "but my wand is downstairs with my bag. There really wasn't any place for it in the dress—can you?
Draco took her meaning. He set her gently off to the side before getting up to retrieve his wand. He silently cast a contraceptive charm.
"Thank you."
"I should've thought of that before. I'm sorry," Draco said.
"It's alright I wasn't thinking either," she said with a small smile.
Hermione rose from the bed on unsteady legs. Draco flopped back onto the mattress and watched fondly as Hermione scampered off to the loo a little tipsy, still drunk in the afterglow.
Draco had made her breakfast and sent her off to work an hour ago. They had discussed her moving in this weekend and Draco found himself giddy and nervous. He had to put that aside, though, because he needed to go retrieve the books on his family's core binding magic to review them before sharing them with Hermione. They would need to practice making the complicated interlocking circles to ensure they could do it on the day without issue. Hermione would have the doubly fun task of inventing one for her family given that she didn't have family magic. This was why he needed all the books. He needed to be able to give her as much reference material as possible. Draco daydreamed for a moment about Hermione in the study this evening, wand stuck in her hair like a chopstick, sugar quill in her mouth as she poured over the books on core bonding—he shook himself. He was now hard. Fuck.
One shower later and Draco was ready to Floo to the Manor. He had come so hard just a few minutes ago in the shower and he was still pleasantly fuzzy. Draco thanked every star in the heavens he didn't get to touch her when they were younger, and he was much more apt to spend unseemly amounts of time having a wank in the shower. Having real memories of touching her to use as fuel for his imagination was dangerous enough already; for his former adolescent, sex fueled brain, disastrous.
Draco threw the Floo powder and called out for the Manor. Mipsy greeted him on the other side with a bright smile.
"It is good to be seeing you again Master Draco, can Mipsy assist you in any way today?" The small elf chirped.
"Can you let my mother know I am in the library and ask if she could come down when she has a moment?" Draco replied.
"Of course, sir," Mipsy said brightly before popping away, presumably to inform his mother of his arrival and request.
Draco was in the library for less than twenty minutes when his mother came through the doors.
"Hello, my darling," she said as she brushed a kiss to each cheek, "what can I do for you today? I did have quite a few things planned so I do hope you didn't need me for too long. I am meeting with a florist at Hogwarts today to discuss the arrangements for the wedding and a caterer later this afternoon to approve a menu."
"Of course I won't keep you, I just wanted to make sure I have all the books we have on core bonding and the ritual itself. Hermione and I need to practice constructing our rings and Hermione has the doubly difficult task of conjuring the aspects of her family magic. I know she is going to have a million questions and I don't know how to describe family magic to someone who doesn't have it," Draco said.
"That is quite the task. Well I would suggest, given the little I know about her, that you take a book about family magic as well. Ah I see you have one already, fantastic. As to describing family magic, I would say start with describing the connection within yourself and move on to how you are connected to your family. I would keep in mind this could bring up difficult conversations about her parents, because even though they are Muggle they are a defining part of who she is as a witch and will play a role. Has she told you about them yet?" Narcissa asked gently.
"No, I guess we will be having that discussion tonight," Draco said as he scrubbed his eyes.
"It will be alright my love, I am sure it will," Narcissa said as she squeezed his shoulder affectionately, "I hate to run out on you but I really can't be late. I love you," she said with a peck on his cheek before strolling out of the library.
Draco sank back into the chair and began to make notes about sections Hermione might want to review more closely. It was drawing on three in the afternoon when he stretched his stiff neck and gathered the books he had selected. Hermione would be back at his–their flat—in an hour and he wanted to have a meal ready for her when she came home.