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Season of Pas_Her	By : Lemust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Season of Passion
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By Lemust

Chapter 1-

The second war had just
ended. Many people were injured, lots of them were dead. The Light side finally
got to the Dark, until there weren�t any people left on the dark side. It was
their seventh year, the last year of their beloved home at Hogwarts: School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Not many people were left
that day. Most of the Gryffindors survived, but people from Slytherin and
Hufflepuff had died out. A few Ravenclaws remained.

Hermione Granger, the Head
Girl at that time was almost killed by Lucius Malfoy. But who should have
stopped him but her own enemy, and the killer�s son: the Head Boy Draco Malfoy.
He leapt off across the field and ran over to Hermione, knocking herself over
making her doubling in even more pain. However he was in the most pain.

So Lucius Malfoy decided
to leave it at that, but then Dumbledore killed him just after killing his own
nemesis, Voldemort. Shortly after, Dumbledore was killed by a wound that Voldemort
had inflicted a few minutes earlier.

Hermione�s face was dirty,
her robes were torn apart, and her hair was as disheveled as ever. She sobbed
hopelessly at the dead bodies surrounding her like a puddle. She couldn�t
believe that he had taken almost his life for her, although they�ve been on
good terms ever since sixth year. They had even fallen in love.

True, the war had just
ended, and many of the Death Eaters were sentenced to a lifetime prison in
Azkaban. But one day, they managed to escape those cells and gain power once
more.

The year after the war,
Draco had decided that Voldemort was weak, and that he couldn�t bear to see so
many people killed in those gatherings. So he ignored his father�s outrageous
flaunts and decided to join the Light side. But at the last and final war, he
had to go to Voldemort�s side and betray his new Gryffindor buddies, who
surprisingly forgave him for all his malicious taunts towards each and every
one of them. Hermione wasn�t keen on this idea, and was hurt terribly. But
Draco promised he�d be back for her. And he was.

Disturbing her thoughts,
she looked away from the floor. She knew she had to contact the Ministry so that they
could send medi-wizards for those who still held on to the remnants of life,
but she could not move. Hermione could not let loose the screams that banged
inside her head. And then she saw him.

Draco
Malfoy stood across the room, just as frozen, platinum-blond hair sticking out
every which way, pale cheeks grubbed with blood and molten gray eyes glazed
with a shock that harmonized hers. They locked stares and all of a sudden the
air seemed to rush out of her lungs in a fury, followed by a chocking sob.

He
slowly walked over to her, and offered his hand out. Hermione hesitantly took
his and never broke eye contact as she was hauled off her feet. Just then, he
took a crumpled up rose out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.

�You
win,� he said quietly. �The Light side will forever rule the Wizarding World.�

Hermione
nodded and clasped her hands around the rose.

"Yes, Draco," she gasped,
breathless at the implication of his words.
He laughed and kissed her again, brushing
his lips against hers in a swift and light caress.
"Well, now I can tell you those
things, Mon Amour," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I can tell you
everything..."
Draco leaned forward again, and rested his
face against hers, breathing the soft words into her ear. He kissed her neck
and sighed against her cheek. "I'm free now to tell you everything that is
in my heart..."
Then the world around Hermione tilted
wildly once more as Draco�s mouth came down on hers and he kissed her once
again.
~*~
After the ministry was contacted, Hermione
and Draco made their ways up to the Head Tower, as did every other person in
the school who went to their House. As soon as they entered from the portrait,
Draco started snogging Hermione senseless. She finally gave in, remembering
their good days once more. Tumbling onto the couch, Hermione giggled as they
fell clumsily. He resumed kissing her, biting some of her neck, leaving trails
of love-bites all over her.
The brunette then closed her eyes and let
out a sighing breath as she felt Draco�s warm fingers caress her inner thighs.
"Ohhhh, uhhh, yessss...." she
breathed, arching her head back as the confident hands moved slowly higher and
found the edge of her knickers, fingertips slipping lightly underneath.
"Let's get these off you," Draco
murmured huskily. He slowly unbuttoned up her blouse and threw it out of his
sight, the shirt falling silently on the carpeted floor.
Her taut abdomen and long legs lay
revealed to his eager gaze, her lower body naked except for the small lacy
scrap of underwear.
Hermione whimpered. She thought he would
yank the offending garment from her in one hasty movement, but he didn't.
Instead of his strong hands on her, she
felt Draco�s soft mouth, gently licking and kissing her tummy, tongue flicking
maddeningly across the top edge of the knickers.
"Draco, please� do it like the
first!" she groaned, bucking her hips to encourage him. Her injuries and
the pain in her shoulders was forgotten; all she was aware of now was her
aching need for his touch deep within her feminine core. She wanted him so
much...
His mouth never left her as she felt his
hands slip under her, holding her firm buttocks and then moved toward the
front, snagging the thin garment with his thumbs at each hip.
He lifted himself from between her legs
just enough to pull the lacy scrap down and off, tossing it to the floor. Then
his warm breath was on her again, his face buried in the crease where her body
and her legs joined, his hands cupping her ass again.
He lifted her gently, tilting her pelvis
upward in his grasp, and lowered his face to the secret, hidden female mystery
of her body. He groaned and inhaled her sweet, heady fragrance and then plunged
his tongue inside the delicate folds of her womanhood.
Hermione almost fainted from the pleasure.
She writhed against him, gasping, thrusting her hips eagerly against the source
of her delight, wanting to increase the pressure of his incredibly talented
mouth on her most sensitive parts.
He gave a little laugh and gripped her
rear tighter, holding her still.
"Patience," he breathed against
her, his warm breath softly stirring the tangle of mocha curls.
She could only moan incoherently in
response--- words were beyond her, lost as she was in anticipation of the
further sweet torment of his caresses.
His hands moved gently from under her to
caress the tender skin of her inner thighs again, gently pressing her knees
wider open. Hermione quivered in helpless longing.
Then he ended his torture and with hands
and tongue, began his pleasuring of her in earnest.
With infinite care, his fingers teased
back the outer lips of her femininity, revealing the intricate folds beneath.
He traced the outline of each inner labia with his tongue, and then kissed each
sof tof the tender pink flesh fervently, feeling her moistness against his
lips.
Her breath came in sharp gasps now, her
belly heaving with the efforts of her body to suck in enough air to remain
conscious under the onslaught of sweet sensation.
Draco pulled her closer, his tongue going
deeper inside her fragrant depths. He lapped at her like a cat with milk, using
broad strokes of his tongue all along her center and up toward the most secret
and sensitive of her pleasure places.
He licked her relentlessly until the hood
of her pleasure bud peeled back, coaxing her clitoris from the sheltered haven
of the soft pink folds.
"Ahhh....ahhhh.... ahhhhh...."
the woman on the couch cried out with each incredible caress of his tongue.
He changed styles effortlessly, no longer
using the broad front of his tongue to excite her, but now flicking its pointed
tip rapidly across her sensitized flesh, knowing instinctively that his
caresses at this point, needed to be at once faster and more gentle.
He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling
himself grow uncomfortably hard as his member throbbed and strained against the
now tight material of his pants. His engorged cock clamored for attention,
demanding to be plunged deep inside her where his tongue had so luckily been.
Draco paused to gasp and take a deep
breath, and then gathered all his concentration to continue Hermione�s
pleasure, and take her to the release she had begged for.
Her body was tensed in a bow, her hips
coming off the couch as all the muscles in her long legs clenched in readiness
for the ever higher spiraling ecstasy she knew would come.
She couldn't take much more- she knew she
was close. It would only take a little more of Draco�s intimate kisses, a few
more caresses of that talented mouth, and she knew she would explode in
night-shattering fireworks of delight.
"Draco...Draco�Draco�Draco!"
she chanted.
In answer to her cry of need, he moaned at
the sound of his name being cried out from her, and plunged his tongue back in
her depths. He suckled on each small inner labia in turn, and then found the
throbbing pleasure bud again and repeated the rapid flicking motion of before.
The tip of his tongue moved so rapidly
across her clitoris, and with such perfect intensity and pressure, it was
almost as if it vibrated against her most sensitive core, sending waves of
pleasure deep within her body.
Holding her hips in his hands, he felt the
first shudders of her orgasm begin. Draco moaned and tightened his grip on her
more firmly, holding her steady as he swirled his tongue in one sweetly
enveloping circle around her delicate clit.
Hermione bit back a scream and quivered,
bucking her hips against him. Draco swirled his tongue again, knowing with
satisfied happiness that his next movement would send her crashing over the
edge of ecstasy.
He lapped at her swollen clitoris again,
then drew it- so very gently- just inside his lips, and then firmly suckled it.
Hermione arched her back and cried out,
almost sobbing as the waves of her intense orgasm took her. A few tears
streaked down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them and continued watching him. Draco
held on to her wildly bucking hips, maintaining the contact of his mouth
against her rippling flesh.
He kept kissing her, kept stroking the
soft pink folds, kept licking her lightly as the violent tremors that shook her
body gradually lessened and then ceased.
When he felt her at last relax and go
limp, he lifted his head from her and moved up just a little to place soft
kisses on her navel, giving her tummy gentle licks.
Hermione gave a little laugh of deep
contentment and shivered in delight, as this last tender caress tickled her and
sent gooseflesh all over her body.
Draco�s own swollen pleasure center
between his legs still throbbed demandingly, his cock still clamoring for a
release of its own. But, unlike his body, his mind was content that he had
brought the woman he loved the ultimate pleasure, and he was resigned to the
fact that his needs, for this night at least, would remain, unavoidably and
regretfully, unfulfilled.
He would just have to wait until they were
both completely healed until he could take his own pleasure with her, until
they could share their passion together.
With a sigh, he rose up on the bed and
adjusted the twisted robe more modestly around the injured woman's legs. He
stood up and bent down to kiss her softly, looking into her drowsy,
passion-glazed eyes.
"Are you relaxed now?" he said
in a teasing murmur against her cheek.
"Mmmmmm......" she sighed
incoherently, closing her eyes.
Draco laughed and bent to kiss her cheek
lightly; as he did, his body brushed against hers, and she felt his unrelieved
aching hardness against her side.
Her eyes flew open, and she turned a
concerned face to him, looking slightly guilt-stricken.
"Draco?" she asked in a whisper.
He gave a short shake of his head and
smiled at her. "It's alright, my dear," he saidh anh an embarrassed
laugh. "I'll leave you to rest now...."
Hermione adamantly shook her head and
tried to struggle up on the pillows. "No, Draco." She declared
stubbornly. "It's not alright! You have desires, too..."
She hated to have done something almost
cruel to him, after all the kindness he had shown her. "It's not
fair." She stated emphatically.
Draco shushed her and pushed her gently
back on the bed. "Hush, my love," he said softly, extremely touched
at her concern. "I'll live, you know," he said with his infamous
smirk. "There's nothing you can do for me, anyway, right at this
moment.." He rose to leave the common room.
Hermione stopped him by calling him back.
"Draco, don't leave," she begged.
He turned in the doorway.
She had a determined look in her eye.
"You may not be able to do it with me, but you can still do it for
me," she said in a demanding inexorable tone.
Draco lifted an eyebrow in shock.
"What did you say?"
"We're not done making love,"
she declared stubbornly. "Not until you are satisfied, too."
He shook his head, stunned. "But you
can't- we can't....." he stammered.
"I know," she said softly.
"I know I can't. But you can.." Her eyes lit with a soft glow.
"My hands don't work, but yours certainly do.." she said with her own
smirk.
"Hermione Granger!" he gasped in
shock.
She glanced pointedly at the space on the
couch beside her. "Lie down here," she ordered, her voice firm.
Draco hesitated, suddenly shy.
"Do it," Hermione pleaded.
"Do it for me..."
�We don�t have much room.� Draco
protested.
�What are beds for?�
So, he ran over to the nude Hermione,
picked her up and carried him to his bedroom. He gingerly lay her down on the
bed, watching her reaction.
Her gaze flickered hungrily over him,
sending chills of anticipation and excitement through him. The tumescent, almost
painful, lump in his pants grew taut and hardened further. Draco wanted this.
He met the hungry brown eyes with needy
grey ones of his own. He took a deep breath, shut the door firmly behind him,
and crossed to the bed.
Hermione smiled. "Perform for
me," she begged.
There Draco stood at the side of the bed,
gazing softly down at the beautiful woman lying there. For she was beautiful,
bruises and all. Of all the people in the world, this was the person he felt
the closest to, the person he loved, the person he had shared his most intimate
moments with before and now.
More than anyone else on earth, he trusted
her. He loved her, completely, with his whole being.
Still, there was something so infinitely
private and personal about the act he was about to perform. And somehow
terrifying.
Draco felt his skin grow cold, even as his
insistent manhood burned hotter. If he didn't know better, Draco might have
thought the feelings he was experiencing were not unlike a bad case of stage
fright.
He gazed shyly at the floor.
"Take off your shirt, Draco,"
Hermione whispered, encouraging him. "I haven�t seen you in a long t�
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