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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 Ten: Tongue of a Snake

Hermione's head felt as though it was stuffed full of cotton balls. Her ears were ringing and her pulse was beating through her with astounding power. Draco had finally ceased his exhale, causing the vibration against her heated body to finally come to a halt. And though she could not yet find the words to say so, she was incredibly grateful for it.

The feeling of such a sensation against her was unlike any she had ever felt before. And she would have enthusiastically welcomed it if it weren't for the fact that it was utterly powerless to push her over that edge she had been dangling over for so long. Nothing but the Completion Card would allow her aching body to finally reach the finish that it so craved.

Draco eyed Hermione's quivering form and pleasure ridden face as she breathed heavily from her spot atop of his lap, where her legs had unceremoniously dumped her upon giving out moments prior. Her eyes were clenched shut and her fingers were grasped firmly around his black wool sweater as her body twitched and her heart raced. The card he had drawn enabled him to cause a vibrating sensation to spasm around her aching clit and it took every ounce of his power to keep from continuing, if only to watch the array of pleasure-filled expressions float across her innocent and awed features.

A few seconds passed and her tense body fell limp against his chest and her head rested against his shoulder. Her eyes remained closed as she sighed and shook her head softly. "This has got to be one of the most bizarre messes I have ever gotten myself in to," she breathed against his neck. Hermione listened to the rumbling chuckle in his chest as he moved an arm to drape across her waist.

"I'm inclined to agree with you on that."

Hermione sighed once more as they sat in silence. Were she able to perceive past her desire and exhaustion, she would have realized the sight they must have made in that moment and how completely inexplicable it must have appeared.

Hermione Granger, resting peacefully atop Draco Malfoy's lap...!

A few more moments ticked by before Draco patted her thigh and jerked his chin toward the cards. "Your turn," he said, and Hermione groaned as she opened her eyes and stretched her arm across the table to lift a card from the deck. She brought it back in front of her and they both peered silently down.

In a steam-filled room, a man and a woman were completely naked. The woman's glistening body was draped across a low bench and the man's head was buried deep between her thighs.

Hermione gasped as the card fell from her hand. Draco hadn't even wanted to kiss her mouth… how was he going to handle this task…? Her eyes slid to his and another gasp slipped from her lips.

Draco was staring at her with narrowed eyes, aflame with intense desire. She shifted uneasily in his lap as her eyes glanced downward. The hand that was draped over her side tightened around her as his other slowly began to inch up her leg.

"Granger...?"

Her anxious eyes lifted to his. "…Yes?"

"Get up," he demanded. Hermione's lips turned downwards in disapproval as she slowly slid off of his lap and stood in front of him. Draco took a deep breath and pushed himself up, walked toward the stairs that led up to his room, and then stopped. "Follow me," he said as he turned the corner and walked out of her sight. Hermione stared after him, wondering at his more than unusual behavior for a moment, before following after him up the staircase.

As she entered his bedroom she realized that Draco was not inside. She could see that his bathroom was shut and that thick steam was rolling out from the crack beneath the heavy wooden door. Hermione inched forward and paused. She lifted her hand to knock, but before her fist made contact, the door swung open in a soft creak.

Hermione blinked hard a couple of times. The room was filled with steam and lit by candles which were floating in the air around the tall, vaulted ceiling. It was silent as she stepped inside. She could not see much further than a few feet in front of her.

"Malfoy? Are you in here?" she glanced from side to side, seeing the sink come into view and then spotting the tall, single shower. She was breathing heavily, her clothes already sticking to her damp flesh in the humidity of the room. "Malfoy?"

She gasped as strong arms suddenly wrapped around her, sighed as a mouth lowered to the skin on her neck, and then moaned as he bit softly and pressed his hard length against her. She could feel him smile slightly against her skin before she felt his soft exhale against her neck.

Immediately the vibrations against her lower region resumed, though this time it felt more along the lines of a soft tickle and Hermione's eyes fluttered shut as she slumped against him, her body tense and quivering.

When he finally ceased his exhale, Hermione opened her eyes to the feel of his hands inching down to the draw-strings of her bottoms. He pulled the knot free and then eased the band over her hips and let them fall to the floor. He then grabbed the hem of her shirt and helped her to lift it over her head. Hermione was distantly aware, though at the same time not at all surprised, that he had no trouble undoing the tricky clasp on the back of her bra. It fell to the pile of clothes at their feet and Draco slowly turned her around to face him.

Draco felt his heart hammer against his chest as his eyes slid over Hermione's slim hourglass figure, clad in only black fishnet stockings. In the warm steamy room, her skin had taken on a light sheen and he found that he could not tear his eyes away from the rapid rise and fall of her breath, causing her pert, round tits to bounce seductively in front of him. As he reached his hand out toward her though, she side-stepped him and reached to grab the clasp on his trousers.

Hermione was beyond enthusiastic as she tore the clasp open and slid his pants downward. He was wearing nothing beneath them and immediately his large erection sprung eagerly toward her. Hermione's fingers inched forward, but a second before she was about to make contact, Draco's hand clasped onto her wrist to halt her.

"That isn't part of your turn," Draco hissed between clenched teeth.

Hermione's cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh… um, ok. Sorry…"

Draco could see in her eyes that she thought he was denying her because he didn't want her to touch him, when in truth he craved her touch nearly more than anything. But in that moment, the pulse of her card swirling through his gut wanted even one thing more…

Draco growled as he tore his shirt off over his head and flung it to the floor. He stepped forward and grabbed her roughly and dragged her to his lips. The feel of her warm, slick, naked flesh against his felt incredible. He bit at her lips and she immediately opened them for him. His tongue plunged into her sweet mouth as she moaned against him.

Draco placed a hand at the small of her back and guided her downwards, onto the thick wooly bath rug on the floor as he continued to kiss her. Once they were lying flat, Draco broke their kiss and placed smaller ones on her chin, down her neck, and on her collar bone as he slid down her body. He paused at her breasts for a moment to lick and nip at her pink nipples, before continuing his journey downwards.

Draco pushed himself to his knees, between Hermione's open legs. He stared down through the slight steam that separated them and into her pleasure-ridden eyes. She stared back up at him with the slightest bit of apprehension to her features.

Draco placed a hand on either leg and slowly slid them downwards. The feel of her soft, slick skin beneath the course fabric of the fishnet stockings caused a shiver to run through him as he closed his eyes and breathed out softly. He could hear Hermione gasp and shiver beneath him and he opened his eyes to see that she had clenched hers shut upon the feeling of Draco's last card taking effect on her.

This is going to be quiet interesting, he decided as he finally reached up, grabbed hold of the tops of her stockings, and pulled them down and off of her legs.

Hermione's eyes flew wide at the feel of Draco's soft hair tickling the inside of her thigh. She looked downwards to see his blond head inches from her womanhood, and she held her breath as he slowly closed the space that separated them.

She felt his warm tongue flick out against her sensitive bud once, and the shockwave of feeling it sent through her caused her to release a long, gaspy moan and her head to fall back against the soft mat beneath her. Her fists clenched onto the fur of the mat as he repeated the action once more, followed by a puff of air that cause a vibration to strike against her clit. And then suddenly and without warning, his mouth closed shut around her, as he sucked harshly against her quivering core.

Hermione was gasping and moaning, and writhing on the floor as Draco began to aggressively suck, nibble, and blow against her moist, swollen cunt. Her hands were buried deep within his hair as he massaged his tongue in a hard circular motion.

He has the tongue of a snake! Hermione's stomach tensed and her breath caught as he began to blow against her in a rhythmic motion, causing the vibrations to mix with his dizzying ministrations upon her pleading body.

"Gah! Draco!" Hermione gasped out as her body arched. She could feel his husky breath against her feverish skin as he lifted himself upward.

Draco's eyes were narrowed in barley controlled passion as he watched her head fling back and forth in her ecstasy. His deep breaths came out in soft puffs of air, every time causing a pang of vibration to strike against her. He was completely beyond reason as his hand slowly lifted and slid over her moist opening.

Hermione felt as though she was floating above herself as the passion in her body clouded every one of her senses. The vibrations pulsed every other second against her clit. She distantly wondered at the feeling of something other than Draco's tongue slide over her, and then her eyes flew wide and she felt it slowly dip and start to enter her virgin cavern.

Draco grunted and clenched his eyes shut as his finger slid into her wet, tight body. He had never felt anything so sinfully tempting in all his life. He continued to slide his finger deeper, and deeper, and deeper…

Draco stopped suddenly at the feel of what could only be the virgin wall inside of her. His eyes flew open and he turned to stare into her slightly fearful eyes. Her body lay tense as she watched him. Draco slid out of her and pushed himself back to lean against the cool, stone wall.

"… I'm sorry," he said. "That wasn't part of the card. I shouldn't have done that."

Hermione pushed herself up onto her elbows and shook her head. "No, really, it's ok," she reassured him as he stared at her questionably. "I'm just… I guess I'm just a little frightened is all."

Draco's lips tightened into a thin line as he jerked his gaze away from her. "Because you don't want to be doing any of this with me, right?"

Hermione stared at his angry form in confusion. Was he actually bothered over whether or not she wanted to do these acts with him? "No, it's not that" she said, causing Draco to turn back to her. "I'd be a little frightened to do this with anyone really. I just," she sat and pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I'm afraid over whether or not it will hurt… over whether or not I'll like it."

Draco felt relief flood through him upon hearing Hermione's words. He calmed as his features lost their angry set. But he then realized the feeling that swirled through him upon hearing her admit such a thing and he immediately grew angry once more, only this time the anger was directed solely toward himself.

"Dammit," he cursed as he stood suddenly and pulled on his pants. He pulled his wand from his trouser pocket and swiped it in a zigzag motion through the air, causing the steam to immediately dissipate. He then leaned against his sink and crossed his arms in front of him as she continued to stare up at him with an apprehensions look on her face. "I just don't get you, Granger," he said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" she asked irritably as she stood and moved to pull on her clothes.

"One minute you're the prissy school girl I've known since first year, and the next you are a completely tolerable if not slightly agreeable witch."

Hermione gaped at him as she tied the bands of her pants and then bent to grab her shirt. "What in blazes are you rambling on about, Malfoy? Have you gone off the deep end?"

Draco watched her breasts disappear beneath her shirt and he felt a trickle of disappointment course through him. He scowled as he pushed himself away from the sink and walked past her to exit the room.

Hermione heard him mutter as he passed by…

"Perhaps I have…"

Hermione found him sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. The harsh set to his shoulder's told her that he was as still brooding over whatever had upset him in his bathroom upstairs.

"What's going on, Malfoy?" she asked as she sat down beside him.

"I don't want to talk about it," he muttered, his head still bowed.

Hermione sighed. "Come on, tell me."

His head flew up and he shot her a dark glare. "I said I don't want to talk about it! Just leave me be!" Hermione could see confusion, exhaustion, anger, and lust swarming through his dark grey eyes as her mouth fell shut and she nodded.

"Ok," she said. "But if you do end up wanting to talk about it, I'm here."

Draco's scowl grew deeper. "You got to be kidding me."

"What do you mean?" she asked with narrowed brows.

"Saint Granger cares how I feel? Since when have you given a flying fuck how I feel?"

Hermione clicked her tongue in exasperation. "Merlin! What is with all your mood swings? You're like a pre-pubescent girl!"

Draco's anger was replaced with shock and then his shock was replaced with laughter as he softly shook his head. "You're right. I'm being unreasonable," he sighed and his shoulders finally relaxed. "I just don't understand what's happening..."

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

"What's happening with… us."

Hermione swallowed hard as her gaze slid downwards in embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about." Her heartbeat quickened and her eyes slowly lifted back to his. "What is happening with us?"

He clenched his jaw and shook his head once more, "My point exactly," he said as he grabbed a card from the deck and lifted it in front of him.

Draco studied the picture in confusion. A stern looking woman stood in view, wearing what appeared to be teacher's robes. He watched in fascination as she lifted her hands to the tie on her cloak, undid it, and let to fall to the floor to reveal…

Draco lifted his gaze upon hearing Hermione's sharp intake of air.

Hermione eeped as she felt the tingling sensation of magic slide over her skin. She stared downwards to see that her top had transformed into a tight silk button up, stopping at the middle of her chest and causing the tops of her breasts to spill over. Her pants transformed into a short, tight pencil skirt and her bare feet were quickly sporting black stiletto heels. She could feel the sudden weight of half-moon glasses on her face and her shocked eyes darted to stare over the top of them toward Draco's awed face as he watched the transformation. Her long curls lifted on their own and twisted into a tight bun at the top of her head.

Hermione opened her mouth to complain over having to wear yet another silly outfit but as the words were about to leave her lips, she felt different ones lift from her throat to replace them.

"Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco's eyes widened in shock, "….Yes?"

Hermione felt herself straighten her shoulders and place a hand on her hip, seemingly on its own. She felt her features set into a strict and disapproving stare. "What do you think you are doing? You are going to be late to class. Follow me, young man!" Hermione turned on her heal and began to walk out the common room door and into the dark hallway. Draco stared after her in confusion until he heard her demanding voice call out to him. "Come this instant, Mr. Malfoy! Or I'll have to detain you after class!"

He quickly stood, grabbed his cloak from the hanger as he passed by, and followed her out into the early morning and luckily still empty hallway.

Draco stood in the back of the currently uninhibited classroom where their Transfiguration lessons took place. Dim morning light was shining through the foggy glass of the windows and Draco could feel the slight bite of the cool air on his hands and face.

Upon entering a few moments earlier, Hermione had stomped to the teacher's desk at the front and came to a stop, her back to him. When she swung around to face him once more, her features were set into a strict and unwavering stare. He stood captivated by her piercing eyes as she reached behind her and grabbed the professor's pointing rod which was lying on the desktop and then brought it back down hard on the wood, causing a loud thwap to echo through the silence.

"Take your seat, Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco's brow rose and his lip quirked upward in one corner, but he silently strode to the front of the classroom and eased into the desk in front of her. Her features remained stern as she placed a hand on either side of his desk and leaned toward him, causing the tops of her breasts to spill over her low buttoned shirt.

"You are late. Do you know what that means?"

Draco shook his head slowly. "No… I don't," he smirked. "What does that mean Professor?" Hermione leaned forward and Draco sat perfectly still as her tongue slid out from between her lips to slide over his left ear. She breathed heavily against the skin of his throat as she released a small moan, causing Draco to shift uneasily in his chair.

"It means you must be punished."
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