Chapter 10
Hermione lay panting, Draco's weight satisfyingly heavy on her, her arms holding him close. It had been the most incredible first time she could imagine. She had never experienced such pleasure as his tongue and lips first on her mouth, then her breasts, then between her legs. She had come harder than she ever had with her own fingers. And when he had finally pushed inside her, it had hurt at first, but after a little while she had started to feel pleasure again, and had even thought she felt another orgasm rising before he suddenly finished.
But the groans and curses he uttered, the look of intense pleasure on his face as he completely lost control, the twisting of his handsome features as he came inside her, were burned in repeat on her brain. She had never experienced anything so thrilling as being wanted so badly.
Draco shifted off her and she gave a little whine of displeasure at the feel of their bodies separating. Still, he rolled so he could hold her in his arms, and they cuddled as they recovered. She had never thought of Draco Malfoy as a cuddler; but then, she had never imagined he would make love to her with such intensity and passion.
"Did I hurt you?" she heard him say at last, his breathing still a little heavy.
She shook her head. "It was amazing."
He gave a sated chuckle. "Yeah, it was."
"Is it always like that?" she asked curiously.
"Never," he said at once. "I've never experienced anything like that before."
Hermione was pleased despite herself to hear this. She snuggled against his muscular chest, enjoying the warmth of his body.
"Why were you still a virgin?" Draco asked at last. "I thought you dated Weasley. And surely you must have dated other guys."
Hermione shrugged, feeling embarrassed. "I did. But it never felt right to go all the way with Ron. He wanted to, but every time he tried I always gently discouraged him. I never knew why until you kissed me for the first time. It was then I realized that I'd never truly been attracted to him. And all the other guys who asked me out after that never made it past the first date. It didn't feel right with them either."
She couldn't help but laugh at the smug smile that spread over Draco's face. "Don't get too full of yourself," she warned playfully.
"Oh, don't worry, I plan on proving myself to you as many times as you'll allow," he said.
She shivered in expectation. "I look forward to it."
As they lay there together, she enjoyed the feel of Draco's big hands as he smoothed them over her body. It seemed almost a compulsion to touch her constantly. Because of his obvious delight in her form, she felt bold enough to touch him back, first his shoulders and strong arms, then his pectorals. She traced the sectumsempra scars on his muscular chest, and sifted through the soft golden hair there with her fingers. Then she moved down to his thighs and was surprised to see him growing hard again.
"Already?" she said in surprise.
"Already," he agreed, and leaned over to kiss her.
He was less hurried this time, and kissed her languorously as he shaped her breasts with his hands, teasing the nipples into hard little points. She moaned into his mouth, pressing into his touch. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she lay on top of him, and drew a nipple into his mouth. She felt the wetness grow between her thighs as he continued his ministrations. She was still aroused from her earlier unfulfilled orgasm, and wanted him inside her again. She moved down until she rested on his upper thighs, and took his now-hard cock into her hand. Draco made a choked sound and she looked up at him, delighting to see his eyes mere slits in his handsome face.
Feeling confident now, sure she would blow his mind no matter what she did, she raised up, and then lowered herself until she had completely sheathed his cock in her wet channel. She moaned to feel herself surrounding his velvety hard length, and heard his echoing groan as his hands gripped her hips in an almost bruising hold. She desperately wanted to come, and started to move up and down, placing her hands on his firm chest until she found a rhythm that was right for her. She needed to move hard and fast, the friction of his erection awakening all the nerve endings on her inner walls. Draco moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, and caressed them, plucking at her nipples as she rode him, both of them becoming more and more frantic as the pleasure mounted. Draco was cursing again, groaning her name, telling her how much he wanted her, how good and tight she felt, how hard she was going to make him come. His obvious pleasure as he couldn't stop himself from thrusting up into her from below aroused her as much as the physical sensations he was producing in her. At last, when she felt she either needed to come or she would die, Draco reached his hand down and massaged her clit in gentle circles. She choked on the pleasure and came immediately, clenching around his cock as a flood of wetness coated them both.
"Shit! Fuck! Hermione!" Draco groaned out his pleasure as his whole body shook and he came inside her again. She could feel his warm seed spurting into her, and it gave her as much pleasure as her orgasm had. It was incredible to see him lose control, to experience her effect on him.
She collapsed on top of him, panting, and he put his arms around her, breathing just as hard. Once she had recovered somewhat, she looked up at him and saw him smirking at her. "Have I proved myself sufficiently to you yet, Miss Granger?"
She pretended to think about it. "I'm not sure yet. I might require further evidence before I'm able to come to a decision."
His eyes became heated. "I'm happy to accommodate you whenever you wish. Far be it from me to stand in the way of scientific inquiry."
She giggled and leaned up to kiss him again.
Hermione woke the next morning to the feeling of Draco's tongue between her thighs. After making love three times last night, she would have thought that her capacity for pleasure was exhausted, but as he licked her folds and sucked on her clit, she found that her body responded immediately to his attentions, and she came hard, gushing her release into his mouth, which he lapped up, as if determined not to waste a single drop.
He moved up her body and she widened her legs to give him room before he slid inside her. She was a little sore, but it was worth it to feel his hard cock pumping in and out of her, and the incredible friction that made her writhe and moan with pleasure. Draco came quickly, groaning her name against her throat. But before he could relax on top of her, he sat back on his knees and reached down to massage her clit. She was so primed that she came in seconds, crying out uninhibitedly with her pleasure. Then he collapsed next to her and drew her into his arms as their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled.
As her mind emerged from the haze of pleasure, she wondered if Draco wanted to stay for breakfast. She really hoped this wasn't just a one-time thing. Maybe he wouldn't want to go on another date with her. She resolved to test the waters.
"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he said immediately, smiling, and she relaxed with relief.
"Harry will probably be in the kitchen," Hermione warned him. "We slept kind of late."
Draco sneered faintly at the mention of Harry, but only said, "I'll behave if he will." Then he looked at her with some hesitation. "Is he okay with – us?"
Hermione was surprised. "You care what he thinks?"
"Of course not," Draco sneered. "But I do care what you think, and he's your friend."
She snuggled closer to him. "Well, don't worry about that. I've had a talk with Harry, and he's determined to get along with you, for my sake."
Draco's arms tightened around her. "Well. That's okay then."
"It would help if you don't antagonize him," she warned.
He gave her an innocent look. "Hermione! Why would I antagonize Potter?"
She snorted on a laugh. "Right. As if you've never done anything to provoke him before."
"I promise to be on my best behaviour," he said.
"Now why don't I believe you?" she asked in bemusement.
Draco laid a hand over his heart with a look of faux offense. "Hermione! I'm shocked that you could think such a thing of me."
She couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "What are your plans for today?" she asked to change the subject.
"Well, I was kinda hoping I could spend it with you," he said with a hesitant smile.
"I'd love that," she said, and he seemed to relax.
"It's settled then."
"We'd better get dressed and see what Harry is doing." She moved to sit up on the edge of the bed, but a horrible cramping in the joints of her arms and legs caused her to cry out and hunch over.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" cried Draco, coming over to her side and looking at her in concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'll be all right. It usually takes a little while for the pain to go away."
Draco's brows furrowed in concern. "You have pain frequently?"
"It usually happens in the mornings when I first get up, although it's worse when I've had nightmares the night before."
Something like understanding passed over Draco's face. "Is it – is it from –"
"I think it's left over from when I was tortured, yes," she finished the question he had been unable to utter.
"Fuck!" Draco swore. "I hate Bellatrix. If she was still alive today, I would kill her!"
Hermione's hand cupped his face, turning him to look at her. His silvery grey eyes met her soft brown ones. "She's gone. She can never hurt anyone again," she soothed him, even as she grimaced at the pain that coursed through her.
"What can I do to help?" he asked, obviously sensing her continuing discomfort.
"Nothing. I just need my wand. I can run some spells over myself to lessen the pain. It never fully goes away, though. I think my nerves must have been damaged because the torture was so prolonged. I've been trying to research the subject for years, but I've never yet been able to find any solutions for the consequences of the cruciatus curse, not even at St. Mungo's."
Draco handed her her wand, and she proceeded to silently cast the spells. When she was finished, she sighed at the fraction of relief she felt.
"We have many books on dark magic at Malfoy Manor, some of them very old," Draco said. "It's possible there's something there that could help you."
Hermione hesitated for a moment, and apparently Draco saw it. "I could apparate us directly into the library. You wouldn't have to go anywhere else in the house," he assured her.
After a moment, Hermione nodded. "Okay then. That would be wonderful, Draco. If I could find a solution to this pain, it would make a big difference." She looked up at him. "Could we go today?"
He laughed at her eagerness. "Right after breakfast, if you want. I should visit my mother first, though, to tell her where I am."
"Will she have expected you last night?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"No, I told her not to wait up for me."
"Had a feeling you'd get lucky, huh?" said Hermione with a smirk.
But Draco shook his head seriously. "No, in fact I wasn't even sure I'd be able to sneak a kiss at the end of our date. I will tell you that it was the most pleasant surprise of my life when you told me you wanted me."
Hermione felt a little smug herself at that. Seeing Draco completely lose control every time he made love to her had done wonders for her confidence. That such a sexy, passionate man could want her so badly was thrilling. She was tempted to push him back onto the bed and let him take her again, but the soreness between her thighs reminded her why that was a bad idea. With a sigh, she got up to dress. "We'd better go have breakfast."
Harry was sitting at the kitchen table, spreading jam on his toast when Draco and Hermione descended the stairs. The Boy Who Lived looked rumpled, still in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in all directions. Hermione had dressed in simple jeans and a white blouse, but Draco was still in the clothes he had worn on their date last night. Kreacher had just retreated back into the kitchen when they entered the room and Harry saw them. His eyes widened.
"Malfoy! I didn't know you were here!"
"I spent the night," said Draco with a smug smirk.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but Harry looked faintly sick. She doubted he wanted to know anything about the sex life of a friend who was like a sister to him. She determined to change the subject.
"Draco says there are some books at Malfoy Manor that might have a solution for my pain, Harry," she said, as she and Draco sat at the table. "He's going to take me there after breakfast."
At once Harry looked concerned. "Malfoy Manor? Are you sure you'll be all right going there, Hermione?"
"I think it'll be okay. Draco said he would apparate me straight into the library so I don't have to see the rest of the house," she said, serving herself some bacon and eggs.
"You can apparate directly inside?" Harry asked in surprise. "I thought there were wards all around it."
"There were, during the war," said Draco, swallowing a bite of toast. "After it was over and my father was dead, I was able to remove most of them. In fact, I haven't been there since. I fucking hate the place."
Hermione turned to him. "Why don't you sell it?" she asked curiously.
He shook his head. "I can't. There are some ancient enchantments tying it to each Malfoy heir. As long as I am alive, it will belong to me, and then to my oldest son once I'm gone. Maybe he'll be able to use it. He won't have the same association with it that I do."
"Well, as long as you're sure, Hermione," said Harry hesitantly.
She nodded. "I think it'll be okay, Harry."
"Well, then, I hope you can find a solution for your pain."
"Thanks, Harry. What are you doing today?"
"I'm going to go to the Burrow. Ginny wants to go over wedding plans."
"You're getting married?" Draco asked suddenly.
Harry looked over at him in surprise. "Yeah. Next year. There's plenty of time, but Molly and Ginny seem determined to involve me in everything." He rolled his eyes. "They don't seem to understand that as long as I'm married to Ginny at the end of it, I don't give a shit about the colour of the bridesmaids' dresses or the design of the wedding cake."
Hermione just smiled at her friend. "The wedding is more for Ginny than it is for you, Harry. She deserves to have the wedding of her dreams."
"Oh, I know. And that's why I'm putting up with all of this." He smiled at her.
Harry and Hermione chatted while Draco was silent as they finished their breakfast. Once they were done, Hermione stood and gave her friend a hug. "Have a nice day, Harry," she said. "Tell Ginny I said hi."
"I will," said Harry, hugging her back. "Good luck today."
"Thanks."
With that, she turned to Draco and he took her hand, disapparating back to Malfoy House.