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Daylight	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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When they entered the cafeteria, everything was already put away and the lights were dimmed. No one was around and Draco was smirking when she looked at him. She asked, “What?”
“I suppose this means I’ll have to take you out for dinner, like a respectable gentleman,” He said wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
She smiled up at him, very much liking how relaxed he seemed and asked, “Should I change?”
“No, there’s a bar the teachers frequent accessible via Portkey. I probably should though,” He said, looking down at himself. He chuckled, “Screw it, I’ll go like this. They have some of the best food imaginable from a bar. I haven’t been there in a while.”
They had to go to the teacher’s lounge on the floor below to get to the Portkey, which was in the shape of a billiards tournament trophy. When they arrived the bar was loud and smoky from many lit cigarettes. It was pleasantly darkened and filled with people laughing and talking. A waitress greeted Draco by name and then took them down a hallway to a private room containing a table. She informed them of the spell which would transform it into a pool table and took their drink orders before retreating out of the room.
“A magical bar? Where are we?” Hermione asked curiously as she settled into her seat. She was trying to ignore the jealousy sparked by the blonde and very chesty waitress knowing Draco on a first name basis.
“This is the magical side of San Antonio. The Mission is a little further northwest of here, about 60 miles,” Draco responded. “The fireplace has a code to take us back to my private rooms.” He showed her his inner wrist where a tattoo was shimmering on his flesh. “See, it comes with being Headmaster. Now I have all sorts of different things linking me to the school.”
Hermione stroked the colored flesh of his wrist softly. When she looked up, his face was tense, as it had been when they had been snogging earlier. She asked him, “What about when the teachers come?”
He blinked and answered, “They just go back to the lounge where we came from.”
The waitress came back with their pints and a giggle. When she noticed Hermione’s glare, she settled into a more business-like persona, but still paid more attention to Draco than Hermione. Draco told the woman their food orders, referring to Hermione as, “My girlfriend,” With a slight emphasis for the blonde girl. She looked a little put out, but treated Hermione much kinder afterward.
Hermione decided to try something Mexican, so she ordered carnitas, which the Draco had explained was a pork taco. Draco got something called carne guisada which he explained was a stewed beef type of thing.
The food came quickly and they discussed her recently gained knowledge of phoenix tears from the book she had been reading over the afternoon. She took a bite of his food and enjoyed it much more than her own, so they switched halfway through the meal.
The rest of the night continued mostly uninterrupted. The waitress brought them refills on their beers and they played a couple of rounds of pool, Hermione teasing him about losing to a girl several times. When she got up the courage to ask Draco about the girl’s obvious interest in him, he shrugged it off and told her, “It’s normal. She just wants a good tip, I guess.”
Hermione asked him with a raised eyebrow, “So why did you need to inform her that I was your girlfriend?”
He smirked at her and answered, “Because she was flirting a bit much.”
At midnight, they decided to go back to the Mission.
When the roar of the fireplace stopped, Draco pulled her roughly toward him. She felt herself instantly warm up at his proximity. He roughly kissed her, biting her lip and pulling her tightly against him. “Are you sure we ought to do this, Draco?” She whispered as he pulled back from her lips.
He chuckled and lowered his mouth to her neck. He whispered against her skin seductively, “You think we shouldn’t?” He nipped at the sensitive skin under her ear. “Don’t deny that you’ve been imagining the things I could do to you. The things I will do to you,” He pressed himself against her and pushed her into the nearest hard surface. It happened to be the wall in his bedroom where they had arrived, and she could feel him hardening against her, “Are more than you could possibly imagine.”
Hermione’s eyes were closed, her was body responding to his words with pleasant gooseflesh. He was barely touching her, but she thought if he did, she might suddenly erupt in orgasm. She tried to raise her arms to wrap her fingers in his hair, but he held them firmly near her hips. He grazed his teeth against her collarbone and she whimpered in need.
“I could torment you until you had forgotten where you are.” He growled, continuing in her silence. “I could worship your body,” He raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the wall with one of his. “And you could never forget me.” He stroked down her arm and brushed against the side of her breast. She arched and moaned at the contact, opening her eyes to look at him with need.
He slipped his fingers under the cloth of her shirt to touch her bare skin. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He looked so handsome in the firelight and she had a brief thought that if she stopped looking at him, he would disappear into the darkness.
He watched her arch to his hand, unabashedly watching her chest rise and fall in her spurts of ragged breathing. He splayed his hand across the taut skin of her stomach and continued talking to her, “This is where I would start. This would be the first place I would touch after I’d tied you to the bed.”
She moaned, her eyes slipping shut at last. He continued whispering to her, “I would slowly remove your clothing as I went, and you would feel like you hated me before I was finished. I would coax the most satisfying orgasm of your life with just my tongue.” He brushed the underside of her bra, and she arched to his hand again. “And then you would be allowed to pleasure me.”
“Please,” She whimpered suddenly. Her heart was racing, she was so wet, and her body craving him so much it was nearly painful for him to deny her.
He kissed her again, his hands lifting her shirt to expose more of her stomach to the warm air. “You know what I miss?” He said suddenly, while wrapping his long fingers around her ribs.
She let out a breathless, “What?”
“I miss seeing you in a skirt all of the time,” He pulled out his wand from his pocket and transfigured her jeans into a skirt. She could feel the pleats similar to her school uniform against her smooth thighs. He backed away slightly and looked down, “Oh, that’s much better,” He said gruffly. He was about to tuck his wand back away and then seemed to rethink it. He glanced up at her face and gave her a devious smile. “I wonder…” He said and then flicked his wrist towards her hands above her head. She felt ropes binding her to the wall.
She instinctively wriggled against the bindings and found herself unable to move. She looked at Draco who was eyeing her critically. He muttered a spell and then touched the wand to the front of the shirt, parting it easily. He licked his lips and then smirked when he noticed her looking at him. “Traffic light system?” He asked.
She understood immediately, he was going to do a scene with her. The colors of the lights would be representative of how far he could go. Green being, totally ok, yellow, was nearing her limit and red, was an immediate stop. She said, “Yes,” And wondered where all this huskiness had come from in her voice. He leaned forward and licked the top of her exposed breast.
“Nothing too harsh this time, I just want you to feel safe,” He told her as he severed the straps of her bra and it slithered to the floor.
She nearly laughed. Safe, with Malfoy slowly undressing her and his hard dick outlined against his pants? Safe, with her body reacting to his every movement? Safe when she was nearly begging and he had barely started? Safe was a word which did not fit the situation at all. She could trust he wouldn’t hurt her…. Too much, she thought with an inward smirk.
While she was thinking, he had put his wand away. She came back to the situation at hand when he cupped one of her tender breasts and teased the aching nipple with his tongue. He switched to the other while rubbing his callused thumb over her already wetted nipple. She felt on fire already, his every touch was adding to the fire he had started earlier that evening.
She wanted to beg for him to continue, for him to go faster, but she knew better. The teasing was worth every second and would not be hurried. She squeezed her legs together and remembered again she was now wearing a skirt. She could feel the cool air of the room on her knees and the dampness of her panties. The cooled wetness seemed to have dampened her whole crotch area in the few minutes he had been touching her and she wondered how long she would be able to wait before she started begging.
He lowered himself to kneel on the floor in front of her after her nipples were sufficiently perky, and spread her legs with his hands. He lifted her skirt and started kissing her thighs as he worked his way to her pulsing center. When he finally came in contact with it, she heard herself moan and she could feel her insides tensing up in excitement. He nuzzled it through her damp panties, making soft sounds of contentment in his throat.
He lowered her panties off her legs and spread her lips with his fingers, testing her responsiveness. She bucked against his hand, and bit her lip to stop herself from begging him for his tongue. He very softly circled her throbbing nub with his finger, spreading her wetness even more than her own movements had. She distantly heard herself whimpering and saying his name, but her mind was focused completely on his fingers. She could feel his rough callus where his pen would sit torturing her clit with every stroke.
He was talking, but she was not listening. He stopped the movements of his fingers and smacked her inner thigh lightly. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He told her, “You look at me. I want to see you looking over those pretty tits at me.” He reached a hand up and stroked along the curve of her breasts, tweaking her nipples as his fingers crossed them. She saw him lick his lips before he made eye contact with her again. “Look at you, so desperate to cum, aren’t you?” His voice was low and husky, it seemed to travel straight to her clit, which throbbed in anticipation.
“Please,” She heard herself whimper in response. She was trying desperately to not wrap her legs around his neck to force his tongue deep inside her. Thoughts and lust-filled imaginings were racing around inside her head, none of them making sense. His deep chuckle brought her back to the situation at hand.
“I’m not sure that you deserve my tongue yet. You weren’t listening,” He leaned forward and stroked her slit with his fingers. “Do you want to cum?” His voice was soft for now.
She was arching towards him as he slowly stroked the outside of her lips. She wanted to thrust down, make him slip his fingers inside her, but she didn’t. He had asked her a question. What was it? “Yes, sir,” She answered, not sure what he had asked in the first place.
He slipped a finger into her and she heard herself cry out. She could not stop herself from thrusting downward, trying to take more than he was giving. He kept his finger buried into her only to the second knuckle, thrusting it slowly and softly. “Good girl,” He told her as he kissed along her inner thigh. “Fuck, you’re tight,” He whispered against her leg after a moment. His lips were coming slowly closer to her center.
She was finding herself closer to the edge than she really ought to be, but his power was overwhelming her. He bit her inner thigh lightly and she finally started begging. Her voice sounded close to tears as she said, “Please, sir. Please can I have your tongue? Please?”
She heard him growl and felt it against her leg. Suddenly, she felt that velvety muscle against her nub and cried out in her pleasure. He added another finger and stroked her clit with his amazing tongue to the same pace as his thrusting hand. It was still too slow and not yet hard enough to make her cum, but the combination made her gasp and bite her lip from the agony of denial. He backed away and looked up at her. “You taste phenomenal Granger. I want you to cum for me.”
He winked at her and then she could feel his tongue against her again. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and thrust deeper with his fingers as he attacked her throbbing nub as though it was going to vanish if he stopped. She was grateful he had raised one of her legs, since the assault left them wobbly and she nearly fell when he sucked on her clit.
She was panting and moaning her pleasure until she felt the tension in her body suddenly snap. She gasped harshly and bit her lip. She felt her body milking his fingers and he did not stop immediately. His tongue continued at the same pace while his fingers slowed. She rode out her orgasm as he licked up the juices leaking all over his hand.
She heard herself sob, “Yellow,” As she started to come down. His tongue and fingers were overpowering her. He placed a gentle kiss on her clit as he withdrew his fingers. She felt the bonds holding her wrists release and lowered her arms to steady herself against the wall. He stood and wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her forward to rest against him, instead. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to catch her breath.
She heard him murmuring through his chest where her head was resting, “I’ll have to do that a lot more, Granger. You taste delectable.” She smiled and closed her eyes briefly.
The weave on his shirt felt like silk and she found it impossible to not caress the material and his muscles underneath while he spoke. She could feel how tense he was and moved one hand down his body to grasp him length through his pants. He growled and squeezed her tighter as she stroked it softly.
She deftly unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped the fly to be able to touch him more freely. He popped out of his restraints and she felt the soft skin covering his hard, throbbing member with a gentle hand. Her body was in the way and she could not see it, but her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around him and the thought of this thick cock in her still throbbing center excited her again. “Do you want me to suck it, sir?” She asked, leaning back slightly to look at him shyly. She felt his cock pulse in her hand at her question and knew she had asked in just the right way.
In the firelight, she could see him biting his lip as he considered her question. His eyes were hooded and he was looking at her hungrily. “Not now,” He answered gruffly. He pulled himself away from her and stripped off the ruined shirt and the remnants of her bra from her shoulders. He looked at her for a moment, standing there in only her skirt and shoes in the firelight. She fought with her body to not fidget under his intense scrutiny. She fought it for as long as she could and when she thought she could take it no longer she kicked off her shoes.
She realized she could look at him too, if she wanted. So she took in his body with her eyes. His hair was mussed and his shirt was half un-tucked. She looked lower and realized he had left his pants undone and his thick member was hanging out of the front of them.
She gaped at it for a moment. It’s not like he was massive, but he was thicker than most of the men she had ever slept with. He was long enough that she knew he would be hitting her cervix with every thrust and she couldn’t wait. He moved his hand and she looked up at his face. He was smirking, the smug bastard. He waved his wand quickly and his shirt unbuttoned itself and flew off his shoulders. The pants fell down of their own accord and he kicked them and his shoes off at the same time.
Every muscle on his body was clearly outlined in the firelight, and Hermione suddenly felt very self-conscious. Here was the epitome of male perfection and she was just a mildly attractive bookworm thinking she deserved his attention. She lowered her eyes and felt a blush rising to her cheeks. He wanted her, she reminded herself. Not just for one night, for an undisclosed length of time.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and pushed her to the side of the bed and then roughly shoved her onto it. He bent his knees so they were under hers, forcing them open. “Merlin, you are gorgeous, Granger.” He said as he moved the skirt so it wasn’t in his way. He peeked up at her face with a smirk, which faltered at the look on her face. His hardness was pressed against her slit and he had angled it so he could not enter her. “Do you want to?” He asked suddenly, his normal confidence was suddenly gone, and he looked like she was going to reject him as though anyone would.
She closed her eyes to give it the honest thought it deserved, his handsome face was just too distracting. Her body was screaming yes, but she needed to make sure that her mind would not regret their actions in the morning. Would she ever regret sleeping with Draco Malfoy? Never, her mind whispered back to her. She opened her eyes and told him, “Yes. I’m sure.”
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, throbbing and hot against her wet pussy. He leaned down and kissed her again. She snaked her tongue out to his scorching lips and he growled while grabbing her hips tightly. When he pulled back to latch onto her nipples again, he whispered, “Had me worried for a second there,” So low she was not sure she was supposed to have heard him. He didn’t seem to want an answer though.
He slid his hands up her body and began teasing the undersides of her breasts and she arched to the contact, her nipples almost throbbing in need. She could feel him thrusting against the outside of her body softly and marveled for a split second at his control. He sat up, looking at where they joined, and lifted her hips easily and she felt the head of his cock against her entrance. She felt a jolt of need race through her body as he slowly pressed against her. She was stretching, stretching and then she felt the slight pop of his head being all the way within her.
He pulled back and thrust back, slightly harder, with a grunt. He kept pushing in, slowly as though afraid to hurt her. She raised her hips, wanting him all the way inside, and he looked up at her face quickly. She was biting her lip and looking at him with desperation in her eyes, she was sure. He smirked, his confidence seeming to come back to him, and thrust himself deeper. She moaned and closed her eyes, thrusting back towards him.
She felt wondrously full as he pushed all the way inside her. She raised an arm to pull him towards her for a kiss, and he roughly shoved it down above her head. Her other arm was forced next to it, and he growled to her, “Keep your hands there or you will be spanked.”
She felt herself grow more excited at his tone. “Yes, sir,” She whispered, holding her hands together above her head.
He got that smug look on his face and told her, “You’re such a good girl,” As he started to thrust into her lazily.
She felt her body seizing up and she suddenly came with a cry. He didn’t stop, but kept the same slow pace as she came back to reality. He undid the zip on the skirt and he told her, “Get on your knees, Granger.” He pulled back and she did as he instructed. He pulled the skirt off her body as she turned over and threw it over his shoulder, she saw out of the corner of her eye.
He gently pushed her forward by the back of her neck, so that her ass was in the air and her shoulders were nearly even with her face. He spread her knees wider with his and she felt him back away slightly. She wanted to look back and see what he was doing, but she felt his hot breath against her thighs before she could move. Then she felt his tongue against her clit again, the position making it so she had no way to move against him. She moaned, feeling like the sexiest person on the planet for a moment. He pulled back and growled, “Play with your fucking tits, Granger.”
She moved her hands so she could play with her aching nipples and shivered when he pressed the head of his dick against her. “You want this again?” He asked in a cocky voice. He was pressing against her throbbing mound and gently thrusting against her.
“Yes,” She moaned out, desperate for it.
He smacked her ass cheek, harder than he had before. “What did I tell you?” His voice was rough, commanding, and she felt her back arch, trying to get him to slip inside.
Her body throbbed eagerly with need. “Yes, sir, please. I want it.” She moaned, still playing with her breasts.
She heard him growl and then he was suddenly thrusting into her much harder than he had been. It was painful and wonderful and she thrust back against him every time he withdrew. His hands were holding her hips and pulling them upward and she could feel him hitting her G-spot every time he moved.
She lowered her hands from her nipples to try to balance herself from his confident thrusts. She trembled when he slapped her ass again, even harder, but still not really painful as exciting.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. His other hand held her hips where they were so he could continue thrusting into her. He pressed his lips against the side of her head and in a commanding growl, said, “Don’t you dare stop playing with those sweet tits of yours, Granger.”
Her voice was shaking as she raised her hands again to her hard nipples, “I won’t sir.”
He growled ferociously with that and thrust even harder into her, “I like it when you call me sir, Granger. It makes me want to cum. Maybe in that pretty little mouth of yours. How about it, Granger? Want to fill your mouth with cum? You were asking for it earlier.”
His vulgar speech made her clench around him again, and she couldn’t answer at first. He slapped her hip, still holding her roughly against him, and growled, “I asked you a question, Granger.”
“Yes, sir, please,” She didn’t even remember exactly what he’d said. She was so lost in sensations she couldn’t think straight. She felt her body convulse into another orgasm and squeezed her nipples harder than she ever had. The world evaporated away and the only thing which mattered to her was the next thrust, his next growl, the sea of colors erupting behind her eyelids. She distantly heard herself moan out, “Fuck, Draco, oh, fuck yes.”
He pushed her back so she could rest her body on his bed. He started pulling her hips against him harder and lifting her up as he thrust. Suddenly he said, “Granger, I’m gonna cum. Get your mouth on this right now.” He pulled out and she flipped her exhausted body over. He put his dick in her mouth roughly and she sucked him hard, thrusting her face against him. He groaned as she tasted the first spurt of his seed in the back of her throat. She decreased the suction in her mouth and tightened her lips. His hands were in her hair, gently stroking as she sucked the last few drops out. “Swallow it.” He commanded.
She drew her lips back towards the head of his still quivering dick and swallowed. Then she swirled her tongue around his head and sucked him gently for a few more moments. He was breathing roughly above her and occasionally involuntarily thrusting into her mouth.
He pulled himself out of her mouth gently and kissed her forehead before snuggling next to her on the bed. She put her head on his shoulder and he wrapped a long arm around her body. After a few moments she felt the vibrations in his chest as he asked, “Do you want any water or anything else to drink?”
“Some water would be lovely,” She answered, not realizing until right then how parched her throat was.
He conjured a glass and filled it with water from his wand. She sat up and drank half of the glass then offered it to him. He finished it, sitting next to her and looking at her over the rim of the glass. He lowered it and asked, “What happened in your head when I got undressed?”
She looked away, embarrassed. “I don’t know-” He took her chin gently in his hand and she could smell her juices on his fingers.
“Tell the truth this time,” He said, frowning.
“I just…” She took a deep breath and then let it all spill out, “I just saw how bloody beautiful your body is and I thought, well, what the hell does he want with me? I got insecure, I guess.” She said with a shrug.
He smiled. “I had the same thought, you know. You’re…” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Fuck, Granger. You’re like a goddess in the firelight. How is a guy supposed to compete with that?”
She laughed and hugged him, knocking over the glass and not noticing it. “That’s the best lie I’ve ever heard,” She said while laughing.
He started laughing too, “It’s no lie, I swear.”
She pulled back and looked into his face. He seemed to be telling the truth. “Alright, sure whatever, can we get some sleep now?” She was still half laughing as she spoke.
They lay together in the firelight on top of the covers. Draco was holding her and trying to convince her that everything, including her feet, were beautiful. She was laughing at him softly, knowing he was just trying to keep her happy in case of sub-drop. She was perfectly alright with it.
When she woke in the morning, she could hear him singing in the shower, in a melodic baritone:
Did she want me to change?
Well I change for good
And I want you to know
But you always get your way
I wanted to say
And he hummed the next part, which was apparently too high pitched for him to sing. She joined him in the shower and they had a quick go at standing sex, but she was sore from the night before, so they had to stop.
She was looking forward to getting to know the grown-up version of Draco Malfoy. He was the kind of guy she might even love if she gave herself enough free reign. She wouldn’t for now, it was too early in their relationship. Suddenly, as she was washing her hair and pondering these things, she asked him, “Am I officially your girlfriend?”
He smirked with the water running over his chest and his wet hair plastered to his forehead. Then he answered, “Yes, Granger. You said you liked the sound of that.” And then he winked and stepped out of the shower to get dressed for the day.

A/N: Ok, wow. Jesus. That was hot. Uh… sorry about the delay, everyone! Real life caught up with me, you know? Too much stuff going on for me to have time to sit and write out this chapter. I know, I hate it too when a writer does that on here, but hey, life happens. The song Draco is singing is "Shiver" by Coldplay, it was on my music when I got to that part, I make no money from putting those lyrics in my story.
Anyway, review replies are up if you haven’t seen them here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/51078-daylight-review-replies-n-discussion-thread/
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