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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47045 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Nine: For All to See...

Draco watched as Hermione stood in uncertainly only a few feet in front of him. It seemed as though at any moment she would turn and run... as though she wondered whether or not it was possible to run hard and fast enough to escape the unyielding hold of the game. He was about to let the hand he held out to her drop, when she finally squared her shoulders in determination and closed the gap between them.

Draco smirked as her small hand clasped onto his. Not wanting to give her the opportunity to change her mind and back away, Draco quickly dragged her forward so that his lips could press against hers. He could feel the all too familiar beat of her heart against his chest. He released her hand to cup the side of her face as he leaned in to deepen the kiss.

Merlin she's like a drug...his tongue swept inside of her mouth and his teeth bit softly at her already swollen lips. She moaned and pressed herself harder against him. She lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders as he continued his assault on her hungering lips. She could feel a rumbling growl in his chest before he tore himself from her mouth. Hermione gasped as he bent and placed his strong arm under her knees and lifted her bridal style against him.

She could only stare up into Draco's shadowed face in wonderment as he took quick, determined steps toward the willow tree that sat just beside the main courtyard. Normally there would be students sitting beneath, studying or laughing with friends, but at present it sat quietly in dark shadows. Small patches of moonlight that passed between the tree's massive branches lit the area as though soft candles littered the ground. He stopped on a soft patch beneath the tree and placed her on her feet. As he moved to lie down, he pulled Hermione on top of him.

Hermione's eyes opened wide in surprise as she thumped down atop Draco's muscular chest. He lifted his hands to tangle into her hair as he eagerly crushed his mouth back onto hers. The hunger in his kiss matched all that she felt coursing through her veins as she whimpered against his mouth. She no longer felt the bite of the early morning air. Her skin felt as though it were aflame wherever Draco touched her.

For only a brief moment, Hermione remembered where they were and how easy it would be for them to be spotted. It was reaching an hour that she would not be surprised to see an early riser walking through the peaceful morning grounds before daybreak. But the feel of Draco's husky breath against her throat caused all concern to be washed from her mind as she allowed herself to sink into his embrace.

"Dr-Draco... touch me… like you did before..."

Draco was breathing heavily and he placed a few more soft kisses on her lips before flipping over so that Hermione now lay beneath him. He pushed himself up with his palms on either side of her head and watched her quietly as she took in quick, needy breaths and stared back up at him with her glittering brown eyes reflected in moonlight. And in that moment, Draco couldn't believe that there was ever a time he had thought her plain...

She was beautiful.

Soft curls framed her heart-shaped face and large, passion-filled eyes. Her soft, plump lips were slightly parted as she stared up at him in nervous anticipation. Draco's head dipped down to nuzzle her throat and she lifted her hands to run her fingers through his hair and over his neck. Her body arched upwards against his as he placed one arm under her head and slowly began to lower his hand downwards, between their bodies.

Hermione whimpered as he snaked his hand into her pants and stockings and he couldn't help the strangled grunt that pushed through his lips as he stroked one finger over her moist opening. Hermione thrust her chest upward causing Draco to press more firmly against her swollen bud. They hung tightly to each other as his finger began to drag in slow, yet firm circles.

Hermione saw stars behind her closed eyes. The tension in her body was beyond anything she could have ever imagined and she could feel the knot in her body pull tighter and tighter until she was nearly crying out in desperation. She bit her lip and pushed her hand down until she reached the part of him that ached as badly as she did.

Hermione's hand slid into his loose trousers and she wrapped her fingers around his swollen shaft and began to pump him in motion with every circle he made around her clit. They were both breathing hard and grinding against each other when Draco roughly pressed his lips against hers and swiped his tongue into her mouth. Hermione moaned and quickened her pace on his member, now slick with his juices. Draco broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers and his breath quickened as he slid his long index finger for the first time, into her warmth.

Hermione moaned loudly and just as she thought she could take no more of the sweet torture Draco was inflicting upon her now nearly delirious body, a voice broke out through the cool morning air.

"Who's out there?" demanded the angry voice of the groundskeeper, Filtch. Hermione froze and stared up into the slightly irritated face of Draco hovering above her. "I heard you, you little delinquent! Now show yourself!"

Draco slowly eased off of her body and motioned for her to crawl around the back of the tree. Hermione slowly and quietly did so and then sat with bated breath. Draco made sure to straighten his clothes before quickly standing from the ground and exiting the shadows toward where Filtch was standing with a lantern in his hand.

"Draco Malfoy? Is that you?" Filtch asked, squinting toward Draco's approaching figure.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and then shoved them into his pockets. "Yes, it's me. Just doing some early rounds."

"Y-you know that you aren't allowed out here at this hour… you could get into some real trouble, you could!"

"And just what are you planning to do about it, squib?" Draco glared at the sickly thin man in front of him. "Need I remind you of just who it is you are talking to? In less than a year I will be at my father's side as head of one of the most powerful wizarding families in the world. I'm sure that when that time comes you will want me to remember you… fondly."

Filtch turned a shade whiter than his already ghostly color and nodded vigorously in Draco's direction. "O-of course Mr. Malfoy! Of course I would want you to remember me such!"

Draco scowled. "Well then," he jerked his chin left, signaling to Filtch that it was time for him to leave. Filtch nodded once more and quickly hobbled out of the courtyard, a mewing Mrs. Norris following at his feet.

A smirk came to Draco's face as he shook his head and turned toward the tree. "You can come out now," he called into the darkness. Hermione quickly appeared in the light of the moon and the smirk fell from Draco's face as he noted the stern set to her features and the brisk pace in which she was walking, refusing to meet his eyes. "What's up with you?" he asked as she swept by him. Hermione said nothing, just kept walking in the direction of their dorm. With his long legs, Draco had no trouble keeping up with her fast pace as he followed behind her in confusion.

Once they reached their common room Hermione paused by her desk and stood silently. Draco waited patiently for her to speak, watching as her shoulders rose and fell with every angry breath that she took. He opened his mouth to ask again what had bothered her, when she suddenly swung around with scorching eyes, her hands clenched at her sides.

"What do you think makes you better than everyone else?" she demanded.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "What are you going on about?"

Hermione began to pace. "Is it your money? Your looks? Your pure blood?" she shook her head. "Do you honestly believe any of it really makes up your true worth? And that your worth is greater than any other's?"

Draco took a step forward. "Look, if this is about what I said to Filtch, I was only trying to scare him into going away. It's not like I'd actually do anything to him."

Hermione threw her hands into the air in exacerbation. "Why can't you see? It's not everyone's fault that they weren't born 'perfect' like you!"

A cold mask fell over Draco's features as he took a step closer to Hermione's small angry form. "Is that what you think…?" He whispered in a dangerously calm tone, "…you think I believe I was born perfect?" Draco violently slammed his palms down onto the table top of the desk that separated them, causing Hermione to jump slightly. She quickly regained composure by notching her chin higher and staring accusingly back into his angry eyes.

His voice came out in a deadly hiss. "I have been raised since birth to strive only for the best. Be… the best. If I am not the best, then I am no one. In the eyes of my father" he spat the word, "… I will never be perfect. It doesn't matter how hard I try or what I accomplish." He pushed himself suddenly from the desk and shouted into the quiet morning air. "It's NEVER FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH!" It was Hermione's turn to stare in confusion as Draco pushed a frantic hand through his hair, fury rippling through his every movement.

"I have to prove myself every bloody day! To my parents, my teachers…dammit, even to myself! I feel like I'm drowning in the need to do better. Be better! I don't even know who the hell I am anymore. Am I me? Or am I my father? I can't bloody stop for long enough to even figure that out!"

Hermione placed a hand to her chest, the feeling of Draco's frustration nearly strangling her. Her lips parted and she found herself asking him…

"… Why not?"

Draco paused and turned to face Hermione with an incredulous look to his frantic features. "Why not?" He echoed, "Because I'm the successor to the Malfoy fortune! They expect me to be unsurpassed!"

"But you are, Malfoy. Look at you! You're Head Boy. A top ranking student…"

Draco fixated her with a pointed stare, "But still second best… to you."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Is… is that why you hate me?" she whispered, and the anger slowly fell from Draco's face as she moved to slump down in her chair. "You hate me because I'm a measly few percentages higher than you in grades?" a small, sad laugh slipped from her lips. "All this time… I thought that it was because I was muggle born." She lifted her large, moist eyes to stare up at him and Draco felt his heart drop. "… or is it?"

Draco swallowed hard. The pain on her face caused the most unpleasant of feelings to ripple through him. "In the beginning," he took a few steps forward and sat in the chair next to her and leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees. "It was only about your blood." He ignored Hermione's sharp intake of air. "I was raised to think you inferior. To think you weak, with no real power, unworthy to be called a witch." Silence pressed against his ears, but Draco refused to look into her tortured gaze. "But you proved everything I thought as truth to be wrong," he grunted and shook his head. "For the first time in my life I saw a weakness in my father's logic. Had I not met you," he closed his eyes. "I'm confidnet that I would have gone on thinking it to be true."

What is he saying? Hermione thought to herself.

"What I'm trying to say, is that I am aware of the power you hold and I know that being muggle born in no way hinders it. Hell," a small chuckle left his lips. "Perhaps it even aided it."

"How so?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco finally turned to look at her and she could see an unwavering sincerity in his gaze. "You knew nothing of this world or its prejudices. You didn't come into it trying to be the best. You've only strived to do your best. And I find that I envy you for that."

The room fell into silence as they both quietly regarded their new-found revelations over the other. As the moments ticket by though, both began to feel the ever strengthening pulse of the game. The cards on the table seemed to quiver with impatience. Draco straightened his shoulders and frowned as he turned toward Hermione.

"Shall we continue?" he asked.

Hermione sighed. "Do we have a choice?"

Draco did not reply. He reached forward and lifted the top card. A few seconds passed before a smirk came to his face and his eyes slid sideways to stare at her. Hermione sat waiting for the urge to take hold of her. When nothing happened she turned toward Draco in puzzlement.

"What's going on?"

Draco placed the card face down on the table, enabling Hermione to see what he had drawn. "Stand up," he said.

Hermione continued to stare at him. "Why?" she asked.

"Just do it. I want to test something out."

Hermione slowly stood and placed her hands on her hips while he stared up at her smugly. "There. I'm standing. Now what?"

He pursed his lips and blew air out from between them. And the second he did so, a vibrating force shuttered against her clit, causing her lower belly to seize and her legs to buckle beneath her. He continued his exhale as Hermione's eyes rolled back and her body tensed and quivered in pulsing desire. Vibrations at the same time tickled and pounded against her aching core and her body tightened as she released a shuttering moan.

His lips tuned upward into a smirk as he stopped blowing, and immediately the sensation ceased. Hermione gulped in air as her heart thumped wildly against her chest. Her angry eyes rose to meet his haughty ones.

"What was that?" she demanded as she pushed herself up on shaky legs.

"My card," he replied, crossing his arms behind his head.

Hermione stomped toward the table and lifted it to her eyes and read:

You have gained the power of palpitation over your pleading partner's desire. Whether it be discipline or reward is your choice to make. Pucker your lips and blow and they will be unable to slake the quivering yearning of their need. They will hold their breath in anticipation for each one you release.

Hermione's jaw went slack as she stared at Draco sitting smugly beneath her.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Draco's response was to purse his smirking lips…and blow.

A/N - thanks for reading! I started this little 'ol story a LONG time ago but life just sorta shoved it to the side. But I am now completely determined to wrap it up and I hope you'll be along for the ride :)

As always, thank you to those that reviewed <3 It really means a lot!!
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