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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from it. I also hold no rights to any of the songs mentioned. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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“Holy shite!” Draco exclaimed as soon as he stepped through the heavy curtain of the bedroom door carrying Hermione. Whatever he had expected the bedroom to look like, it was not this.

“Oh, it’s ‘nothing’ she says. It’s ‘just the bedroom’ she says. Holy fuck, Granger, why didn’t you tell me it looked like this earlier?” he said as he set her down to stand beside himself.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. You seemed so exhausted when we first came in,” Hermione answered with a hand to her head. She felt lightheaded from the abrupt switch from lust-filled anticipation to cold abandonment as Draco walked away from her to look about the vast room.

He was in complete awe and he had seen his fair share of extravagant rooms. “Do all of the staff live like fucking kings?” Draco wondered out loud as he marveled at the beauty around him.

The walls were a gleaming white and inset with high arched panels divided by towering ionic pillars. Inside each arched panel was a different mosaic depicting one of Zeus’s many sexual conquests. The floor was also tiled in gold and silver mosaic but with great swirling patterns. The ceiling was at least thirty feet high with a large circular skylight in the center. Sculpted reliefs of gods and creatures surrounded the skylight and base of the ceiling. The far left wall had an impressive fireplace with a carved white marble mantel, atop of which stood a large Grecian vase.

An enormous bed with a fluffy white comforter and pillows rested against the wall directly across from the door. The bed had no posts or head or footboards, but long curtains of sheer white fabric attached to the wall above the bed by a silver hook were draped over it. On either side of the bed was an intricately carved white enameled night stand. A matching dresser and wardrobe stood along the far right wall and in the far right corner was a large white chaise. A dozen or so six foot tall bronze candle stands were positioned around the room.

Hermione watched Draco as he made his way to the arched white door that was on the same wall as the bed that she knew led to the bathroom. “He’s going to have a heart attack when he looks in there,” she thought.

Draco placed a hand to the handle, paused a moment, and then opened it. He just stood at the doorway and gaped inside. He shook his head and laughed.

“Oh the things I’m going to do to you in here, Granger,” he said as he closed the door and turned to her. His huge grin quickly disappeared when he saw Hermione still standing awkwardly by the main door looking quite put-out. How to approach this?

Draco said nothing then as he very slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and took it and his undershirt off. He walked over to the dresser, folded the shirts and placed them on top of it. He raked his hands across his scalp, ruffling the strands of his blond hair causing several to fall haphazardly in his face. He then went to the chaise and pulled it into the middle of the space between the wall and the bed. He stood back and considered the set-up of the space and nodded to himself.

Hermione watched Draco, completely captivated by his movements. The way he had deliberately undressed his torso, mussed-up his hair, ignored her…it was all turning her on in a way she didn’t know possible. She licked her lips at the sight of his toned muscles flexing with the strain of moving the chaise. He was taking his time and making her wait. “He knows exactly what he’s doing to me,” she thought with an amused sniff. “Slytherin.”

“So are we going to spend the night rearranging the furniture?” she asked in a bored tone. “Or can I just go to sleep?”

“Sorry, love, but there will be no sleeping tonight,” Draco said coolly as he walked to the center of the room. Hermione’s insides rolled and she couldn’t believe she wasn’t playing any music yet.

“Do you suppose this place echoes, Granger?” he said loudly with his face lifted toward the skylight. “Should we cast a silencing spell around the room or shall we give the old man a heart attack?”

Hermione could barely breathe.

“Tell me, Granger…how loud do you think you’ll get when you’re riding my cock?”

(((BRRUMMMM!)))

A deafening guitar strum boomed around the room and small bits of plaster and dust sprinkled down from the ceiling as the walls shook. Draco chuckled darkly.

“Holy fuck, this is going to be fun,” he thought, allowing an enormous grin to reappear across his face.

“A silencing spell, I think,” he said as he brushed some dust from his shoulder. He jogged the short distance to the main door and stopped just beside Hermione. “Be right back, love,” he said and he smacked her arse before disappearing through the curtain.

Hermione clutched a hand to her chest. She was shocked at herself. She had never projected a sound so loud before. Of course, she had never had a man act like this toward her. Draco was surely going to kill her… in the best possible way. She felt weak in the knees as her spike in hormones began to cause her to tremble. She quickly went to the chaise and sat down.

Just then Draco came back in holding both of their wands. He swirled his wand over his head and cast a powerful silencing spell to render the whole room soundproof. With a smirk he waved his wand again and cast a reinforcement spell to the walls and pillars as he walked toward Hermione. When he was standing before her, he handed her her wand.

“Take off the hair charm,” he commanded. Hermione gave him a puzzled look, but did as he said and cast a quick finite that sent her flowing waves bouncing back up into tight, wild curls.

Draco’s eyes darkened. “Perfect,” he sighed loudly. He reached forward and grasped the back of her head and planted a hard, searing kiss on her lips. Hermione braced herself against the force of the kiss with her hands on the chaise. He pulled back and she gulped for breath.

“Now,” Draco said, taking a few steps backwards, “I believe some lessons are in order.”

He pulled one of the sheer curtains away from the edge of the bed just behind him and he sat down facing her. “I believe you said that I was dreadful during our last encounter, and I must confess that I am sorely in need of some proper instruction,” he sulked playfully letting his eyes roam over her form.

Hermione wasn’t aware that a person could get as aroused as she was by words alone. The cocky blond sitting in front of her leaned back on his hands and raised a perfect eyebrow at her. “Two can play at this game,” she thought cheekily. If he wanted instruction, she was going to give it to him, and she was going to enjoy every second of watching him squirm.

She relaxed her expression into one of professional indifference. She set her wand in her lap and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She took it off, dropped it out in front of her like a used tissue, and then grabbed her wand again and stood-up.

Completely avoiding Draco’s gaze, Hermione focused on making her movements as smooth and sensual as possible as she slowly unfastened her trousers. She slid them down her legs rubbing her palms over her skin as she went.

When the trousers were pooled around her feet and ankles, Hermione discreetly transfigured her shoes. She then released her wand that was balanced between her fingers to the floor and then began to slowly run her hands up her legs again.

Just as her hands started to travel upward a rhythmic, snare-laced beat began, accompanied by the “yea, yea, yea” of a synthesized voice.

When Draco heard the song come on he felt his heart stop beating. “Sweet. Fucking. Merlin. She’s going to kill me…in the best possible way,” he thought as he watched with ever widening eyes.

Hermione inwardly beamed at the choice that her subconscious had made. If ever there was a song to get a man going to the sight of a woman fondling herself it was Pony by Ginuwine.

As she rose from her bent state, she made sure to hold her head back and gently push her upper arms into her chest to give Draco a full view of the ample amount of cleavage showing past the top of her tight camisole. When her hands met her waist she rolled her body dramatically and then swayed in time with the music and let her hands continue their way up her torso to rest over her breasts.

Hermione was not ashamed of her body in any way. She had always been comfortable with herself and she knew every inch of her body and what it took to stimulate it. She enjoyed pleasuring herself, but had never done so in front of another person. It wasn’t because she was opposed to it, it had just never happened. Ron had never shown any interest in seeing her that way, and she had never felt the need to bring it up. However, at that moment, the prospect of sharing such an intimate act with Draco served only to turn her on more.

She massaged her breasts firmly for a few moments and then brought her hands back down to the hem of her camisole. She ran her fingers beneath it and then pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion leaving her clad only in her pink lace knickers.

Draco’s heart had restarted, but now threatened to explode in his chest as it hammered away at the sight of Hermione pulling off her cami to reveal two of the most perfect tits he’d ever set eyes on. He’d seen them just the night before, but today with the soft light of the candles on them as they bounced with her in rhythm to the song made them look so enticing that he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them and never come-out.

Hermione could practically hear Draco salivating from his place on the bed, but she closed her eyes and ran her hands down her abdomen to caress her now bare skin. Her fingers lingered at the lacy edge of her knickers for a moment before she sent them below. She bit her lip and inhaled deeply as she moved her soft fingers once gently over her clit. Ever the good teacher, Hermione fought the urge to keep touching herself for the moment and moved her hands to her hips and slid her knickers down her thighs so Draco could get the full view.

Draco began to pant slightly at the effort it was taking to remain on the bed and not tackle the sexy witch in front of him as she shimmied her knickers down her legs. He gripped his fists into the comforter on the bed and suppressed a groan when Hermione stepped out of her knickers and piled trousers to finally reveal the four inch high, platform, cherry red stilettos she had on her feet.

“When did she manage to change her shoes?” he thought dazedly. It didn’t matter. The shoes made her legs appear to go on for miles and each step she took in them made her thighs and arse flex beautifully. Draco touched a hand to his crotch to try and relieve the pressure that was building from the restraint of his clothing against his cock. All she had done was get undressed and he was already raging.

Hermione turned in place as she ran her hands through her hair to toss her curls seductively. She finally sat back down on the chaise and leaned against the back of it. She left one leg down over the side with her foot on the floor and brought her other leg up on the chaise, bent at the knee. The position fully exposed her neatly trimmed pussy to Draco’s eager eyes.

When she was comfortably settled in the chaise, she travelled her hands to her breasts again and pinched and rubbed her nipples between her fingers, letting out tiny pleasured gasps. Leaving one hand to continue her attention to her chest, Hermione caressed her other hand down her sensitive skin. She had her eyes closed again as she finally let her fingers dip into the warm wet folds of her quim.

She let her body roll and arch in time to the music as she rhythmically massaged her fingers in, out and around her swollen sex. She hissed and gasped and bit her lips in ecstasy. She could feel Draco’s eyes on her and the exhilaration of knowing someone was watching and the sheer pleasure of her touches quickly sent her body shuddering into an intense orgasm. She smiled, opened her eyes and stared directly at Draco as she continued to gently rub at herself.

Draco slid off of the bed as if he were melting and landed on his knees on the tiled floor.

He’d had enough learning. She’d shown him plenty.

Pull hair, talk dirty, pinch nipples, caress skin, play with clit. He could do those things. He would do those things. Oh…would he do those things.

Eyes trained on the glistening pink spot between her legs that was still being expertly tended by her nimble fingers, Draco crawled on all fours over to the chaise. When he reached her, he shifted himself to kneel before her. Sitting on his heels, he ran a hand up the leg she had resting over the edge and ran his other hand along her leg that was propped-up.

Hermione shivered at his light touches and threw her head back with a pleased gasp. When she felt Draco pull her hand away from her herself, she look down just in time to see him push his face between her legs and felt him lick her from back to front with a slow broad swipe of his tongue.

She let out a loud involuntary “Uuhhhh!” and bucked her hips into his face. She felt Draco smile against her and the knowledge that he was happy that he’d made her react made her insides burn with a desire to please him more. She brought her hands to the top of his head and fisted his silky hair in them. He pushed his face deeper into her in response and began to lick and suck and nibble at her engorged nub.

Draco was in absolute heaven. Her smell, her taste, the heat, the sounds she was making. All of it was perfect.

How could Weasley have ever placed a silencing spell on this? Her gasps and moans and whimpers were exquisite. And her music…gods. The fact that she was playing such a song for him was in itself enough to make him want to come. He looked up at her face as he continued is ministrations.

Hermione looked down her body and met Draco’s piercing gaze. His eyes were nearly black with lust and the intensity behind his stare caused her to swoon. She lay back, but arched up abruptly when she felt Draco push a finger inside her. She was pushed back down by Draco’s strong hand pressing into her abdomen. He held her down with his hand as he continued to pump the finger of his other hand in and out of her, all the while keeping his tongue swirling over her.

The lyrical portion of the song had ended, but the music continued on as Draco inserted a second finger and gave a particularly hard suck. The sensations sent Hermione over into another orgasm and she let loose a guttural moan and dug her nails harshly into his scalp.

The pain of her scratching never even registered as Draco felt Hermione’s body shudder under his hand and her walls pulse around his fingers.

He had just given her an orgasm. He had made her come!

His soul crowed and he sat back to look upon Hermione appreciatively.

Hermione was seeing stars. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had two orgasms so close together. Draco had been amazing. She couldn’t believe that he had just dived right in or that he had been so eager. It had always taken convincing and the promise of returned favors for Ron to even consider going down on her. And he had never quite had the finesse required. But Draco…

She sat-up, bringing her one leg back down over the edge of the chaise and looked into the gorgeous face that was beaming up at her. Draco’s eyes were once again his pale grey and they were glowing with adoration in the light of the candles. He scooted on his knees up to the very edge of the chaise in between Hermione’s legs and hugged her around the middle.

He kissed her flat stomach and she heard him whisper, “Thank-you,” against her skin.

The next moment was a blur as Draco found himself propelled backward to the floor. Hermione had launched herself from the chaise onto him. The music that had slowly started to fade away came back full force.

Draco could hardly breathe as he watched Hermione hurriedly grasp and claw at the button and zipper of his trousers. When she’d opened them she yanked them and his boxers down roughly, quickly pulled them from his legs, and threw them behind her.

She couldn’t believe that he had thanked her. He had actually thanked her for letting him give her an orgasm. The simple gesture awakened something primal within her and her hormones raged at her to return the favor. And she did…with pleasure.

Before Draco could even react, he felt a warm wetness envelope his full erection.

“Fuck!” he yelled as Hermione lowered her mouth over him and then sucked back up hard.

She gripped her hand at the base of his cock and brought it up to rub along his length as she sucked up with her mouth. Then she rubbed her hand down him as she lowered her mouth to fully take him in. She gagged a little before she was able to relax her throat and Draco tried to sit-up. She shoved him back down roughly and released him only long enough to whisper, “I’m fine.”

She descended back down on him and ran her tongue up and down and then around his sensitive head and Draco bucked-up into her. She nearly gagged again, but recovered quickly and began to increase the speed with which she bobbed her head up and down to take him in again and again. Careful to keep her teeth behind her lips she sucked and hummed and licked for all she was worth.

Draco’s eyes rolled and he grabbed the sides of her head. His hands instinctively helped guide her head up and down him and he soon felt the pressure that signaled an impending orgasm build. He tried to pull her head back, but she resisted him and took him in deeper. Panic rose in Draco as he knew he was not going to be able to hold back.

“Hermione! Stop!” he choked out.

She did not stop. He had gotten to taste her and she wanted to taste him…all of him. She felt him begin to throb and she sucked hard and massaged the base of him with her hands. She heard a faint, “Gonna come, gonna…uuhhhh,” and then felt his hot seed shoot into her mouth in steady pulses.

Hermione waited until she was sure he was done and then swallowed around him. She pulled-up slowly, sucking slightly to make sure she caught every bit to clean him. She released him with a small pop and sat back on her heels and raised a hand to her lips as she grinned. She rolled her tongue around her mouth to commit the tangy flavor of his essence to memory and looked down upon his now semi-erect penis with appreciation.

He was smaller than Harry, but bigger than Ron. He was just-fucking-right.

Draco lay on his back with his arms limp at his sides and stared up at the ceiling. His mouth was clamped shut and he breathed through his nose in harsh heaving breaths.

He was in shock. He couldn’t believe what Hermione had just done. Why had she? He had always been under the impression that women didn’t like to give head. At least both Astoria and Pansy had steadfastly refused to. But then a troubling thought occurred to him. She felt obligated to reciprocate. A twinge of guilt went through him.

“Why?” he wheezed, still staring at the ceiling. When Hermione didn’t answer he raised his head up to look at her. “Why?” he repeated. “Why did you do that?”

A look of hurt and confusion crossed her face as she looked down at him and the music went silent. He looked like he was trying to decide whether to cry or yell at her.

“I…I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted to. Are you mad?” she asked timidly. It hadn’t occurred to her in the moment that he might not have wanted it. He had yelled at her to stop, but she hadn’t. “Oh, gods and now he’s upset,” she thought fearfully.

Sensing her trepidation, Draco sat up and cupped Hermione’s face in his hands. “You just wanted to? Not just because I did you first?” he asked softly. She smiled.

“What you did for me was amazing. I wanted to make you feel good too. I didn’t do so under obligation. I enjoyed every second of your cock in my mouth,” she said, raising an eyebrow and smirking when his eyes went wide at her dirty words. “You taste delicious by the way,” she breathed as she moved to straddle him on the floor and licked the tip of his nose playfully.

Draco’s eyes went dark again and with a growl he pushed Hermione from his lap, got up, picked her back up from the floor and tossed her onto the bed. She giggled and scooted to the middle of the bed on her back.

Her heart began to pound as Draco crawled up onto the bed and straddled her. He hovered over her and brought his face down just in front of hers.

“You’re mine now, witch,” he hissed and then slammed his lips over hers.

Hermione could still smell herself on him, but she didn’t care. His lips and body pressing against her felt like heaven on earth. When he ran his hand up her thigh, the music restarted with a new song.

Draco laughed into Hermione’s mouth when he recognized it. “Merlin almighty, woman,” he said pulling back slightly. “Gonna kill me,” he added and leaned down to suck on her neck.

Hermione grinned widely. She was going to fuck Draco Malfoy to 50 Cent’s Candy Shop. She rolled her body into him with the music as he assaulted her neck. He groaned and pulled back just in time to see Hermione mouth part of the words of the chorus to him.

“Boy, one taste of what I got, I’ll have you spendin’ all you got…”

Draco’s mind exploded with desire and he plunged his face down into her chest and licked and sucked and bit at the luscious tits he’d been admiring. He gripped his hands firmly into her sides and Hermione moaned loudly and thrust her head back and her back up.

Draco brought one hand down in between her legs as he ravaged her breasts and swiped his fingers through her slick slit. Hermione whimpered and he pressed his thumb gently into her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips. He slid a finger and then two inside of her ,keeping his thumb in place and massaged her sopping pussy and clit until she was panting hard.

Draco’s cock had now twitched back to life and he was quickly fighting a losing battle trying to stave off another climax. When he felt Hermione’s body convulse and slick walls flutter signaling her own orgasm, he released his hand from her and grabbed his erection, positioned himself at her opening and thrust home.

Hermione was on fire with pleasure as Draco filled her. She couldn’t help the “ahh, ahh, ahh” that escaped her as he thrust in deeply.

Draco moved his hands up to have one on either side of her head and he grabbed a fistful of her hair in each one. He tightened his grip a little more with each thrust, causing the hair to pull a little tighter each time.

Within a few thrusts, the sensation of the pulling sent Hermione screaming in a literally earthshaking orgasm. A bass note had boomed and echoed around the room and shook the walls and floor as she came and Draco followed right after, spilling himself into her tight heat.

He pulled out and collapsed beside her trying to catch his breath. After a moment, he leaned over and placed his hand to Hermione’s lower belly.

He brought his face down too, kissed her abdomen three times and whispered, “Not yet,” as he performed the quick contraceptive charm. Then he lay back down beside her and gazed deep into her coppery brown eyes.

She smiled weakly at him as she still puffed for air.

He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “I told you I was a fast learner.”
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