Chapter 9

Fortunately Potter was absent when they entered Grimmauld Place and Hermione led him to the kitchen. "What do you want? Tea? Coffee?"

"What is coffee?" he asked, puzzled.

She looked aghast. "You've never had coffee? Draco, you're missing out!"

He grinned. "Is it a muggle drink?"

"Yeah. It's a stimulant made from cacao beans."

"A drink made from beans?" he said with a disgusted sneer.

She rolled her eyes. "The beans are dried and then ground. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, Malfoy."

He delighted in her prissy tone. "Fine, I'll try it then, Granger."

She smiled as she went over to the counter to brew the drink. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched her shapely backside appreciatively as she made the coffee. He tore his eyes away when she turned to bring a mug over to him. "I like mine with cream and sugar," she said. "Do you want some?"

"Let me try it plain first." He took a sip of the steaming liquid, and found it quite bitter. "Yeah, definitely cream and sugar," he said, and she grinned at him.

She brought over a carton of cream and a bowl of sugar, and he stirred it into his coffee. Then, to his immense surprise but eternal delight, she sat down sideways on his lap to sip her own drink. He held back a groan at the feeling of her curves pressed up against him, and he started to grow hard under her plump backside. He tried to distract himself, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Lilacs surrounded him, and he wanted so badly to kiss the creamy curve of her throat that was only inches away from him. Unconsciously, his free hand gripped her hip, and he tried to force himself to let go. But she wasn't protesting his touch, and she must've enjoyed being close to him in order to sit down on his lap of her own volition.

They drank in silence as the tension between them mounted. He was sure by now that she must be aware of his erection straining against her bottom. Finally, she finished her coffee and set the empty cup down on the table. He held his breath as she nestled against him, then gasped as he felt her soft lips press against his neck. He set down his mug, still half full, with a clang, and gripped her with trembling hands, waiting to see what she would do next.

She peppered his neck with soft kisses and then breathed, "Take me to bed, Draco."

Fuck yes!

He stood from the chair, picking her up in his arms in the same movement, and strode from the kitchen down the hallway. Hermione giggled.

"I guess that's a yes!"

"Which one is your room?" he asked, though he had to smile at her happy tone. He'd never expected the night to end this way, though he'd had fantasies of course. Hermione pointed him toward her bedroom, and he carried her in and set her down next to the bed gently before going to shut the door.

"Muffliato," Hermione said, waving her wand. "That should take care of any noise we make," she added with a wink, and his heartbeat sped up at the thought that he was going to finally make love to Hermione, after wanting her for so long.

He strode forward and took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, with a longing he didn't dare express in words. She met his kiss with equal passion, her arms coming up to twine around his neck and molding her front to his muscular chest. He groaned to feel her soft breasts pressing against him, and suddenly wanted to feel her bare.

Pulling back from the kiss, he began to undress, taking off first his shoes and socks, then his jacket, vest and tie. He laid them over the back of a chair and watched as Hermione took off her own clothes. She wasn't trying to be sexy about it, but Draco couldn't help but be aroused by her movements all the same. She unzipped the red dress and he saw that she was wearing a lacy, pale-blue satin bra beneath it. He groaned when he next observed that she had on matching panties. Still halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled her into his arms and tumbled her down onto the bed, with him half on top of her. He kissed her again, this time pressing his tongue between the seam of her lips. Her own tongue met his boldly, and he delighted in the passion she was showing. He doubted he was going to last long. He hadn't had sex in years, and she was so delightfully responsive, and so obviously wanted him, that it was making him a little crazy.

He felt her hands finish unbuttoning his shirt and he hurried to take it off. Her hands came back to his chest and she smoothed them over his muscles, making him shiver in pleasure. He had a small amount of curly golden hair there, and she sifted her fingers through it, seemingly fascinated. All her expressions and touches had an innocence about them that he wondered at.

He didn't wonder long, however, as he felt her fingers unbuttoning his pants, and he eagerly shed those too, along with his underwear. Then he reached around her to deftly undo her bra, and her breasts spilled free for his eager gaze. He leaned down immediately to take one hard pink nipple into his mouth. Hermione cried out in pleasure, threading her hands through his blond hair to hold him to her. But he had no intention of moving. He sucked and laved the little bud, making himself as crazy as he made her as he moved to the other breast to give it the same treatment. He could feel his cock hard against the inside of her thigh, and couldn't wait to be buried in the tight warmth that he was sure would blow his mind. As eager as he was for that, though, he wanted to make sure she came first.

Hermione tugged on his hair and pulled him back up to her mouth, kissing him with a ferocity he had never experienced before. It was thrilling to be with a girl who actually wanted him, not his money or a chance to get a pureblood husband.

She writhed beneath him, and he felt that if he didn't get inside her soon, he was going to spill on the sheets. Before he could get too overwhelmed, he reached over to retrieve his wand, and muttered a contraceptive charm over her flat abdomen. Then he put his wand back on the side table and reached to pull her panties down her legs.

"Draco?" he heard her pant, and he looked up into her face.

"Yeah?" he asked, noting that there seemed something hesitant, almost nervous, in her voice. "What is it?"

She swallowed. "I've – I've never done this before."

It took him a moment to process this. Then his eyebrows shot to his hairline. "You're a virgin?"

She nodded.

He was shocked that this sexy, amazing woman could have lived so long and still be a virgin, but at the same time, he was filled with an intense pleasure and possessiveness that he would be the only man to possess her, to make love to her sweet body, to hear her cries of pleasure.

"Is that a problem?" asked Hermione, seeming nervous at his silence.

"Fuck no," he said with a grin, and she smiled, seeming to relax. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

She nodded, and pulled him up for another kiss.

They kissed for a long time, Draco trying to take his time to make her first time perfect. He ran his hands over her satiny smooth skin, her soft breasts and tiny waist, their kisses becoming greedier and more passionate, until he knew he absolutely had to move on to the next step. He tore his mouth away from hers, and pressed kisses from her jaw down the side of her neck to her chest and then took her nipples into his mouth again, one at a time, until she was writhing and pleading with him. Finally, he moved down until he was between her legs, and he could see her pretty pink folds under the tuft of dark hair. She opened her legs eagerly so he would fit, and he spread her wide with his fingers until he spotted her clit at the top of her opening. Smelling her arousal was mouth-watering, and he leaned forward to take a long lick.

Hermione cried out, her thighs tensing against the sides of his head and her hands coming down to grab his hair and hold him there. Encouraged, Draco licked her up and down, using all his skill to bring her to climax. He had never particularly enjoyed doing this before, but Hermione made it into a pleasure all its own. He pushed a finger into her channel, groaning at the feeling of her silky wet walls, imagining how mind-blowing it would be to finally be buried inside her. With that, he set to in earnest, eager to make her come. He pumped his finger in and out, then lowered his mouth and sucked on her clit.

With a wail, Hermione came with sudden swiftness, convulsing around him and shuddering on the bed. Draco felt smug and very pleased with himself, but also so desperate now to get inside her that he was shaking. He didn't think he was going to last longer than a minute.

He moved up to lie beside her as she recovered, his body so tense from desire that he was trembling. He leaned over her with a hand on either side of her shoulders. "Hermione, I need – can we – please –" His voice came out hoarse and desperate. At any other time he would have been embarrassed at his pleading tone, but at the moment he was too damned turned on to care.

To his relief, Hermione put her arms around him and tried to roll him on top of her. He went eagerly, lying beneath her spread thighs. Bringing his hand down to position himself, he pushed slowly into her core, unable to stop until his length was buried fully inside her.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" he cursed, jerking his head to the side at the urgency of pleasure he was feeling. "Hermione –" he gasped. "Can I – I have to move – Please –"

"Yes, yes, Draco!" she breathed. "I want you!"

With a moan of relief, he pulled back then thrust into her again. He tried to be gentle as he set up a rhythm, but the friction of her tight wet walls surrounding his cock and the feel of her soft curves beneath him drove him nearly to madness. He brought his mouth to hers, breathing hard as he kissed her almost desperately. His orgasm swept over him too soon, and he cried out as he came harder than he had ever come in his life, bathing her worked channel with his seed. He shuddered and shook as his climax seemed to last forever, the pleasure rushing through him in a wave of intense feeling. Finally, he relaxed on top of her with a satiated groan, burying his face in her lilac-scented hair. He was barely aware of himself, or how long he lay there, but he felt Hermione's arms around him, and the soft kisses she was spreading over the side of his face.

As he slowly came back to himself, he wondered why this lovemaking had felt so different from any other time in his life. It wasn't just that he had been celibate for so long.

With sudden clarity, he understood what he hadn't admitted to himself before.

He was in love with Hermione Granger.

He wasn't idiotic enough to say it. They were only on their first date, and they had just had sex for the first time. He was intelligent enough to realize that it would be monumentally stupid to tell her now.

But he wondered if he could get her to love him back. He'd never wanted anything the way he wanted Hermione Granger. It would be worth everything he'd gone through in his miserable life, if only he could earn her love. She'd be worth all of it. If only he could be worthy of her. Was he capable of it? She'd forgiven him for his past wrongs. She desired him. But loving him was another matter entirely. He wasn't sure it was even possible.