For a moment, Hermione stilled in surprise as their lips met. Then, she sunk into him, her hands moving gently to his chest.
The softness of Hermione's lips against his sent a jolt of warmth through Draco's entire being. For a moment, the world around them ceased to exist, and the only reality was the feeling of intimacy between them.
Draco kissed her hungrily, like a starved man, nudging his tongue against hers to taste the lingering sweetness of wine. He explored her mouth feverishly, brow furrowing as he cradled the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him still.
Hermione responded with equal intensity, her hands moving up around his neck as she drew him in. Draco moaned into her mouth as she kissed him back deeply, his hands now entwined in her hair.
Then, he grazed his teeth against her bottom lip, before biting down gently. As she sighed and dropped her head, he trailed his lips down to her neck. Her vanilla and mint scent was strongest at her pulse point, and he sucked and kissed the sensitive spot feverishly.
Hermione moaned, causing him to groan in anticipation. He pulled her onto his lap to straddle him, needing to be closer to her. As they continued to explore each other's mouths, time ceased to exist, and the world outside of Hermione's touch ceased to matter.
Finally, they reluctantly broke their kiss to catch their breaths. Draco gripped Hermione's hips on his lap, her arms still around him. Draco's grey eyes locked onto Hermione's, searching for any sign of regret or uncertainty. Instead, he only saw the same crazed intensity that must have been reflected in his own.
Draco's heart raced, his expression full of desire and hunger. He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "Tell me." He breathed.
Hermione's chest rose and fell, her breath fanning his face. "Tell you what?" She whispered.
Draco rolled his hips against her, his hard erection pressing against her. "Tell me you want this." He said, his voice raw with need.
He watched intently as her eyes darkened with desire as he pressed himself into her. Her hands found his hair, and she kissed him again. She drew back, her mouth open and her gaze full of hunger. "I want this." She said, her voice low and desperate.
Draco groaned softly, his lips again finding hers as he rocked against her. His grip tightened on her hips, and he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest as they moved in rhythm. His hands moved to take off her wings, and she quickly undone his shirt buttons. He pulled her silk dress over her head, letting it fall to floor.
He saw her move to grab her wand and banish the halo around her head. "Keep it on." He said, his voice husky, enjoying seeing her illuminated by her own spotlight.
They quickly undressed each other, and then he picked her up, placing her gently back down on the green sofa to lay on her back.
Draco's heart hammered as he looked down at her. His eyes roamed over her naked form, taking in every curve and detail. He couldn't help but feel at a loss for words.
"You're so beautiful." He said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
Hermione looked back at him, her lustful eyes slightly shy as he absorbed her naked form. And then, Draco's eyes landed on her left arm.
His heart stopped, and he froze as he took in the stark red scars, twisted into the vile word on her arm. Hermione followed his gaze, her eyes tinged with worry when she saw he had frozen.
"Draco.. It's okay." She breathed.
He only continued to stare at her arm, guilt twisting into his stomach. Suddenly, he dropped his head in shame, his brow creasing and his expression pained.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Hermione." He said in a strangled voice.
She raised herself to kneel beside him, though he had stopped responding to her touch. Instead of answering him, she took his own left arm, placing it beside hers. She gently held his chin, lowering his head to stare at the ugly black mark there that he couldn't remove.
"Draco, we both have scars we would rather not think about. Don't let them ruin this moment for us. They've already ruined so much." He looked back at her, his face distraught. As he took in her gentle expression, however, Draco felt a shift inside him.
He grazed the scars on her arm gently with his fingers, tracing the word there, before pressing the scar to his lips. He kissed the ragged lines over and over, hoping to convey the extreme sorrow he felt without words. Then, he lowered her back down softly, hovering over her.
He kissed Hermione's forehead, then her cheeks, and finally, her lips again. Her hands once again tangled in his hair, drawing him closer to her, his weight pressing against her.
"Draco.." She said softly. His eyes searched hers, waiting. "Was what you said true? Have you never been with anyone like this before?" She asked quietly.
Draco gave her a small smile, kissing her once again gently. "I've never had the time. The Dark Lord had me on a mission the year everyone else seemed to do it, and then I had a war to get through. Ever since then I've never spared any girls much thought." He hoped that he didn't sound too pathetic, but Hermione just nodded and kissed him again softly.
"Tell me what to do," he breathed, his voice shaky. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you like."
Hermione bit her lip, and instead of answering, she took his hand, lowering it to her underwear line. Draco fumbled, his hands shaking, as he looked for the right spot. He kissed her neck, listening for any sounds of encouragement, as he explored her clit.
"There. That's it." She moaned, and he rubbed slow circles around that spot. His other hand moved to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple. As her eyes fluttered and she let out another moan, Draco moved his hand lower. He was encouraged to find a pool of wetness against his fingers, and experimentally plunged his finger inside her tight hole.
She let out a soft gasp, and Draco groaned, replacing his finger with two. He moved his lips back to hers and kissed her hungrily, moving his fingers in a slow rhythm inside her. His desire grew too immense to ignore as she moaned into his lips, and he found himself grinding into her thigh, desperate for friction.
He moved his fingers faster inside her, determined that she would find her release before he did.
"Keep going Draco, I'm close." She mumbled into his lips, and his fingers moved faster still, pumping in and out of her. He felt the walls around his fingers suddenly tighten, before she gasped and moaned loudly into his lips. His fingers became suddenly stickier, and he stopped, staring into her eyes.
"Did you..?" He asked, feeling foolish if he was wrong. Hermione laughed at this, breathless, before thankfully nodding her head, pulling him in to kiss her again.
Draco's lips tugged up into a satisfied smirk. "Good." He said, and because he could wait no longer, he gripped her hips and pulled her to him, lining his straining cock up at her entrance.
He lowered himself to stare into her eyes, blazing with intensity and want. Her own eyes gazed back, glowing in the golden light of the halo above her head.
Draco lowered his lips to her neck. "My angel." He murmured into her skin, before slowly nudging himself into her slick entrance.
The feeling was indescribable. He groaned as he filled her up, feeling her hot and tight walls around his cock. He bit his lip, his face scrunched in bliss as he bit her neck, her arms around his shoulders. He heard her moan as he drew back, before plunging into her once more.
Now that he had started, he was worried he would never be able to stop. As he moved back and forth into Hermione, his hands explored her body, desperately needing to feel every inch of her. He kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs before moving his hands to cup her bum, angling her so that he could push deeper inside.
Both of their moans echoed through the now silent room, the record having ended at some point long ago. Draco drew his head back, his blond hair falling into his eyes, as he looked at Hermione beneath him. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her body bouncing against his. Incoherent thoughts swarmed his head as he kissed all over her hungrily.
He mumbled a near constant string of words into her skin. "You're so fucking pretty…..So tight…. Feels so fucking good," as he slammed in and out of her, a familiar fire slowly building inside him.
As his own need grew stronger, he tried to hold back, though it was becoming too strong to ignore. "Cum on my cock, angel." He moaned desperately. Hermione gasped as he quickened his pace, his hips snapping to hers as he urged her towards release.
Finally, felt Hermione's walls clench around him, lubricating his cock as she let out a loud cry of pleasure. With a growl, he let himself go, wildly pistoning into her at a rapid pace. With a groan, Draco felt himself spill into her, coating her insides with his cum.
He lowered his full weight onto her for a moment, their bodies sticky with sweat. His cock continued to spasm inside her, twitching in the aftermath of his release.
Slowly, Draco pulled himself out, before he collapsed to lean on his elbow by her side, both of them panting to catch their breath.
When he eventually looked back at Hermione, her gaze was soft. She lifted her hand to push his hair from his face, and he moved his to grip her hip, tracing soft patterns there.
"Hermione, that was…" His voice trailed off, unable to put into words the feelings he had about their shared experience.
"I know." She replied, smiling.
In their post orgasmic bliss, neither said a word though they continued to hold each other, warmed by the crackling fire beside them.
Eventually, Draco broke the silence. "Did that mean anything?" He asked softly.
Hermione turned to look at him, worry clouding her face. "Do you want it to?" She breathed.
His eyes searched hers before he answered. "Yes." He whispered.
Draco's heart raced as he waited for her reply, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had. Hermione's lips tugged up into a smile, and she kissed him again, softly.
"So do I."