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Why Draco Should Not Be Using Tampons	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 43388 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Post switch: chapter two.

Do you know the word ‘smitten’?

         Well, Draco was smitten.

And that’s a sentence you won’t hear every day.

         He was smitten with Hermione Granger and he hated every single moment of it.

         He had all the typical signs: couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, butterflies in his stomach...

         Draco didn’t understand why people always made these three things sound so pleasant.

         Basically; he was dead tired, malnourished and nauseous from all the flip-flops his stomach was doing.

         Draco also had rediscovered one of those little problems that comes with being a man. In contrast to girls, he couldn’t get away with thinking about sex all day long without having anything to show for it. His newfound attraction towards Hermione now had him sporting an almost constant hard-on; which wasn’t very comfortable. He felt like he was at the start of puberty again since he kept waking up morning after morning finding that he had made a mess of himself.

         This whole situation was just so damn embarrassing that he just wanted to throw up on himself. And on top of that; the whole thing didn’t make any sense.

         At all!

         The very reason why he used to break up with girls was because he got bored whenever he started knowing them to well or started seeing them too much. With Hermione there was absolutely no mystery left to relish. He had lived through her body for a week, for Merlin’s sake! He had seen and experienced things no man should see or experience, not even after a 100 years of marriage or co-habitation.

It really didn’t make any sense!

         Then why did he desire her so much?

         ...

         But, that was it, wasn’t it?

Desire.

He had grown somewhat attached to that body of hers. He had treated it like his own for a week, so he still wanted some sort of connection with it now. When he had suddenly remembered the promise he had made little over 28 days ago his heart had leaped because he had found a reason to see her again; touch her again. When he first laid his hands on her shoulders earlier that evening it felt like he... belonged. Like that was where he should be and nowhere else. And when she suddenly had leaned in and kissed him he just felt like he wanted to absorb her. Be as close to her as possible, crawl up inside her body and stay there forever.

And that very idea had scared the hell out of him.

He was quite proud of himself that he hadn’t left a Draco-shaped hole in her door while on his hurry to get out of there. He didn’t want to be tied down and committed to someone, even though a little part of his brain egged him on to do so with Granger.

Yes, his mind was probably having some after-effect to the switch, not wanting to let go just yet.

Yes, yes, that’s it!

He didn’t really care about Granger other than the somewhat friendliness they had managed to build up. He didn’t want to know about her feelings, talk about how her day had been, to know what she liked to do during summer breaks or what she was planning to do after graduation.

He didn’t.

...

Didn’t he?

*

         Hermione just wanted to crawl up into a tiny ball and die! Why did she have to kiss him? Why?

And why couldn’t she just stop thinking about him? This was not like her; obsessing over a boy and being in a total loss on knowing how to behave or talk to one. She generally related better to boys. Even her two best friends were male.

Since when had she turned into such a... girl?

         And instead of just having talked to the guy in question, reasoned with him, or even having rationally thought it through she had just jumped the poor boy in a hormonal craze.

Hermione’s eyes widened as a realisation suddenly dawned on her.

         She wasn’t just acting like a girl.

         She was acting like Pansy.

         ...

         Two seconds later an anguished scream was to be heard throughout the castle, leaving everyone who heard in wonder about who it was that was being so savagely maimed.

*

         About a week after the kiss Draco was doing his rounds since it was his turn to do so. He was heading towards the top floor. Every night, before he would retreat to his dorm, Draco would seek refuge in the Astronomy tower for a while to make sure that he wouldn’t have to run into Hermione. He liked it there.

The quiet.

The stars.

And the fact that no one would catch him on hiding from a girl.

         As he was climbing up the stairs he grunted, both in shame as in annoyance. This was the way a pre-pubescent boy with a crush would act.

‘Despicable!’ he scolded himself.

He still kept ascending the stairs, though.

But the moment his feet touched the hardwood floors of the Astronomy tower he wished he had just turned back and left instead. The very object he was hiding from was standing there, in front of the window, suddenly twisting around to look who had entered the room. Once she had caught sight of him that infamous ‘Deer caught in headlights’-expression she had been sporting for the last month quickly snuck back onto her face.

‘Shit’ Draco thought. ‘Now what?’ He couldn’t possibly just turn around and leave. That wouldn’t just be pre-pubescent, but utterly moronic. He was a Slytherin, for Merlin’s sake. Have some pride!

He straightened his back, took a deep breath and walked over to the window to go and stand next to Hermione.

“I thought it was my turn to do rounds” he said offhandedly while staring out into the night. It was pouring outside and sound of rumbling thunder was to be heard in the distance. There was barely any light inside the room, except for the few lit candles and the occasional flash of lightning.

“I thought it was mine” Hermione said. “So much for our fail-proof system.”

Draco smirked.

“Indeed” he replied. This was good; they were talking at least. There even was a little sarcasm.

Good. Good. Good.

He casually glanced sideways to look at her. He noted that she was dressed in a simple buttoned-up shirt, sweatpants and a pair of blue slippers; yet he didn’t think he had ever seen her looking more desirable. Perhaps because the casual clothes made her look so relaxed.

Or perhaps it was because he also had noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Probably the latter.

Oh oh, his stomach started doing flip flops again. Not good.

His gaze travelled upwards and rested on her bow-shaped mouth. His thoughts travelled back on how those lips had felt on his. How sweet they tasted. His gaze travelled further north and he looked into her eyes for a second. His gaze locked with hers and Draco saw something there he recognised; desire.

“Ow, screw it” he said while suddenly he leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Hermione’s in a smothering kiss. She clearly hadn’t been expecting this so her mouth was slightly open from her surprised gasp; giving him the chance to slip his tongue inside. All thoughts of having to control himself got dismissed on the spot. The kiss was a little sloppy at first, but Draco quickly got a grasp on his emotions and remembered the proper techniques. He kissed her deeply; caressing the roof of her mouth, sucking on her lower lip, running his tongue smoothly along hers. He needed to taste her so badly it almost hurt.

Once Hermione’s mind had recovered from the shock of Draco kissing her it instantly seemed to be shutting down. He wanted her. She wanted him. And now that had been sorted out it was time to say ‘bye bye’ to her brain and let other things take over for a change.

She wrapped one arm around Draco’s neck and the other around his waist, compressing herself as close to him as she possibly could. The feeling of his firm body so close to hers was invigorating. She felt awash with emotions at the sensation over being touched in so many places at once; lips ravishing her mouth, her bosom pressed against a firm chest, one muscular arm around her waist, a hand caressing her lower back wile the other was nested in her hair where his thumb was making tiny circles at the base of her neck. Their bodies fitted together seamlessly, not having left any space between them whilst squeezed against each other. They stumbled backwards a little and suddenly Hermione found her back pressed against a wall.

She needed... she wanted...

She didn’t know exactly what, but she knew that if she wasn’t going to get it soon she would spontaneously combust from the heat boiling inside of her. One of Draco’s legs found it’s way between hers and pressed against her feminine core, relieving part of the yearning ache, yet building it up even more. She couldn’t help but press herself further into his leg. She felt that it was a rather wanton move, but she couldn’t help herself. She could feel Draco’s hardness pressing against her thigh and she felt a surge of pride that she could turn him on like that. She reached for the hem of Draco’s shirt and pulled it up. She needed to feel his skin. He lifted his arms so she could pull it over his head. Already before the garment touched the floor Draco was working on the buttons of Hermione’s top. They never got to actually taking it off. Once all the buttons were opened and Hermione’s chest was exposed they got so into wanting to feel each others’ skin they just grabbed onto each other and engulfed each other in a smothering kiss. They affectionately caressed each other’s tongues; relishing each other, revelling in their embrace. Draco’s right-hand caressed it’s way up the sensitive skin of Hermione’s stomach and briefly touched the underside of her breast. She gasped as she felt him gently placing his hand over her breast. He pushing it up a bit as he softly started massaging the responsive body part while teasing her nipple between his thumb and index finger. His mouth left her lips and kissed it’s way down her cheek, her yaw, her neck, her shoulder until it found it’s destination and went to pay homage to her other breast. Hermione whimpered at the tender caress of his tongue on her sensitive nipple and she felt Goosebumps breaking out all over her body. This was all going so fast, but it felt right. Hermione needed him. She needed Draco. Desperately.

She shuddered in anticipation as she could feel his fingers on the waistband of her pants. Al girly fantasies of losing her virginity -in a long, drawn out session of sweet lovemaking in the privacy of her bedroom lit by dozens of candles, in a bed covered by rose peddles- got thrown out the window.

And she felt absolutely no remorse in doing so.

Draco released his lips from her perky nipple and pulled her pants and knickers down in one go. Surprisingly she didn’t feel all that embarrassed. Or perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising, considering he had already seen way more than that. He bent over to take off her slippers and get her pants and knickers from her ankles, but when he had done so he apparently wasn’t planning on immediately getting to his feet again.

‘O Merlin, he’s not going to...?’

She let out a whimpering cry as Draco had nudged her legs apart and found the centre of her ache with his tongue. She threw her head back in rapture and bumped it against the wall. All the pent up sexual frustrations that had been swarming inside of her for over a month were finally getting the attention they needed and Hermione just wanted to scream out her gratefulness from the top of her lungs.

Draco licked and nipped at her swollen clit, desperately wanting to make her come, and judging by the shuddering of her body she was already getting close. He held onto her hips and moved in sync with her movements so they wouldn’t break the contact. With his tongue he made measured circular motions around the swollen nub frequently alternating with long broad strokes and quick flicks. She was rubbing her back against the wall seemingly in a desperate attempt to find something to do with herself. Draco removed his head from between her legs –earning him a loud groan of displeasure- got himself to his feet and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back eagerly; and the fact that the taste of herself did not gross her out –if not the opposite- turned him on even more. Draco snaked his hand between her legs and he heard her gasp as he slipped two fingers in her entrance. He pulled back an trusted back in again; arcing his thumb so his knuckle bumped against her clit. He started to gently kiss her neck, but once he had found a particular sensitive area right above her collarbone he started attacking it mercilessly; sucking on the responsive skin, drawing the blood upwards from the nerves that attached her head to her shoulders; making Hermione practically delirious. He was sure to be leaving several love-bites and he felt as if he was marking her as his by doing so. As he was massaging her inner walls he snaked another finger inside; stretching her. She was now writhing against the wall. He kissed her earlobe and lovingly ran his fingertips across her collarbone and up the side of her neck. He slowly brushed his cheek against Hermione’s as he went to recapture her lips. As he did so her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him; her chocolate-brown eyes so stormy and filled with passion they were absolutely breathtaking.

As they kissed Hermione started making little high-pitched noises in the back of her throat. Suddenly she released his lips and Draco could feel her inner muscles contracting and her warm juices coating his fingers. She clamped herself against him as if she was holding on to him for dear life and climaxed with several violent shudders; burying her face in the crook of Draco’s neck.

And that’s when he knew.

He wanted Hermione as a whole and not just her body. Her little pleas and soft whimpers had meant ten times more to him than the deafening screams any other woman could expel. He enjoyed seeing her in rapture, not just for the sheer pride of being skilled enough to fully please a woman, but for actually wanting to see her loose herself in the throws of passion.

She just held onto him like that for a couple of seconds, trying to catch her breath, till she lifted her head and looked him in the eye.

“Draco?”

“Yes?” he replied huskily.

“Need you” she whispered as she tentatively ran her fingers over the edge of the waistband of his pants. He smiled in compliance and went to remove his remaining garments. At this moment he was very glad to have cast a long-lasting contraceptive charm on himself two years ago, since he had no idea whatsoever where and when he had dropped his wand. And at this point he really didn’t feel like going to look for it.

About the upcoming move Hermione was slightly more nervous. She was familiar with Draco’s erection and was rather certain that it couldn’t possibly fit. She shuddered in anticipation as Draco pushed her slightly up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist. She gasped as she felt the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance. Draco looked at her imploringly and when she nodded in reply he lowered her onto his shaft as he leaned back into her. With one smooth thrust he was fully sheathed inside of her. She had prepared herself for pain, but when her hymen had been breached –if she even had any- it didn’t even hurt enough to feel it. It felt a little strange being filled like this, but in an odd sense she felt completed in a way she had never experienced before. She did was glad that he had stretched her on beforehand, since it did feel like a rather snug fit.

They were motionless for a few moments. For Draco it was both to let Hermione acclimatise to the situation as for himself to recollect his wits. Being enclosed by her soft, tight warmth felt so good it was maddening. It was so good that he needed a few moments to concentrate himself or he surely would climax on the spot.

“So much for being a ‘Walking talking orgasm’” he thought.

Hermione’s nipples were hard enough to cut glass and with each shuddering breath she took they continued to tantalisingly press further into Draco’s bare chest. This, obviously, was not exactly helping him in regaining his control. Even so, he was thankful that he had already been able to make Hermione climax before they had started -hoping that this would be speeding up her next orgasm- since he was very much aware that he was not going to last very long. As soon as he sufficiently trusted himself he pulled back a little and slid back inside, earning him a gasp from Hermione.

When he pulled back all Hermione could feel was an overwhelming sensation of loss. She just wanted him to fill her again. And he did. He was already stretching her inner walls, yet she wanted him deeper. With her pelvis she started meeting his tender thrusts. He seemed to take this as an encouragement and trusted harder; which created a sudden quiver all over Hermione’s spine.

Hermione couldn’t contain herself any longer and released a loud moan that she had held cooped up for far too long. Draco angled himself so that with every thrust he bumped against her already swollen clit. They were moving faster and harder and far less controlled than they did before. By now it was just need, and the need to satisfy that need. Hermione was hovering on the edge of orgasm. She kept thinking she had reached the illusive high peek, but then the feeling slightly receded only to rise up again and recede once more; driving her insane. In one impulsive move in desperately wanting herself to be pushed over the edge she grabbed Draco’s buttocks with both hands and slammed him inside of her as forcefully as she could. This was Hermione’s undoing. She screamed as she came, driving her nails into the tender flesh of Draco’s bum.

Perhaps it was because of the surprise caused by the unexpected and uncharacteristic move Hermione had just made; but Draco didn’t even feel the stings of her nails driving into his flesh. Seeing Hermione’s face as her orgasm was washing through her was the most erotic thing he had ever seen; and the thought that he was the only one to have ever seen her lose herself like that made it even more exceptional. The tension in his lower belly suddenly broke apart and Draco came so forcefully that it almost hurt. The climax seemed to take forever and in instinct he leaned into Hermione, trying to find some sort of a support since his legs had become totally useless. His mind was so far gone that a bomb could have gone off in the next room and he wouldn’t have noticed a thing. Draco suddenly understood why the French called this ‘le petite mort’; the little death. Draco thought that if dying really felt like that; he wouldn’t mind dying a thousand deaths.

Slowly the waves of the climax started receding, until they were totally gone and all there remained was the trembling shell of satisfied flesh. Once Draco and Hermione both had returned from their lessened conscious state they slightly parted to look at each other, seemingly asking each other for an explanation on how they had gotten to this point. Lightning was flashing; colouring the room in a whitish sort of light. Hermione’s whole body was relaxed, yet her heart was thumping madly and it even seemed to skip a beat when she noticed that Draco’s facial expression was so peaceful that it almost looked vulnerable. He slightly picked her up so she could find her footing and as one of her feet had touched the floor he took a step back so he could slide out of her. As he seemed confident that she had found her balance he let go of her.

Getting themselves dressed again was rather awkward, in Hermione’s opinion. It gave her too much time to think about everything. During the rush of passion everything had been so clear, but now there only was confusion. What was to happen now? What did Draco want? What did she want?

She had to tell herself to stop thinking! She had just lost her virginity and it had been damn wonderful and she didn’t want it to be ruined by overanalysing things. She definitely never had imagined her first sexual experience to be a quickie against the wall of the astronomy tower.

And that’s only part of why it was so utterly perfect.

Draco himself was doing a little contemplating of his own. He had a lot to take in right now. Not only had he come to the realisation that he wanted Hermione for her spirit and not only her body, he had also come to the conclusion that he still wanted her as much as her did before they had sex; if not more. He just wanted to sleep with her again; teasing her, touching her, making her face contort as climax coursed through her again and again.

He was quite worried about what his father was going to say if he found out. Love-struck with a Muggle-born. Yep, she was going to be the death of him.

After they were dressed they left the tower together. Somewhere on their way back towards their dorms Draco had reached for Hermione’s hand and entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t help but blush. She felt kind of stupid about it. Of all the things that they did tonight that made her blush!?

They stepped through the portrait hole and Draco just guided her towards his room, seemingly not even considering another option. He kept firm hold of her hand and led her towards the bed and sat her down.

“Get under the covers” he said, more a request than a demand. She complied and nestled herself under the sheets, quickly followed by him next to her.

“So, er, now what?” Hermione asked nervously. “I mean, what happened exactly? I mean I know what happened, but what did it mean? I mean, I know what it meant to me –at least I think I it do- but, I guess what I’m asking is-“

“Hermione, shut up for a second and let me say this” Draco said in a collected voice, interrupting Hermione’s incoherent nervous babbling. “I’ve never had to do this before, so bear with me.”

He seemed to ponder for a moment on how to voice his thoughts exactly and then asked: “Do you want to go with me?”

“Go with you?”

“It’s an expression” Draco sighed. He couldn’t believe that he had actually used Weasley’s god awful choice of words to try and get his point across. “I mean-“

“I know what you meant” Hermione grinned sheepishly. “And, yes I would like to go with you”. She was thoroughly relieved to know that her first sexual experience hadn’t been some mindless shag. Draco actually wanted her to ‘go with him’. Something he –as he had just admitted- had never asked another girl before.

“Good” he simply said and leaned in to kiss her again. She smiled against his lips and cuddled closer to him.

She felt a little sore, but experienced no real discomfort. She just felt like smacking Parvati over the head for letting her believe that all girls without exception are hurting and bleeding all over the place when they lose their virginities. Hermione felt a little shy about it, but she quite wanted to ask Draco if they could have another go at it. But apparently he did seem to have the same idea in mind, so she was rather pleased that she wouldn’t have to voice the request. Their clothes quickly got discarded again and the sheets that covered them up quickly proved to be just another hindrance to get rid of. Hermione was a little taken aback when Draco suddenly flipped both of them over; announcing with a grin that she ‘could get top’. Suddenly Hermione was quite happy to have those pesky hormones, because they seem to be able to tell you exactly what to do even when you have little clue in what you are supposed to be doing. In contradiction to the needy shagging they had engaged into earlier, they slowly made love to each other. Just getting lost in the feeling of each other and seemingly wanting to record every moment of it, every touch, every cry and every whimper.

And they talked afterwards. They quickly came to the agreement to hold off the announcement of the sudden development in their relationship. At this time in the war very few people were going to be pleased with this, both from Draco’s side as from Hermione’s. They just decided to keep things quiet till the time felt right.

Having that settled they just decided to go see if the third time really is the charm.

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