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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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~A.
Sitting here thinking, about the times I've roamed
Different girls that I have known
Of all girls that I have met
You are the one girl that I can't forget
I'm a man now
Full grown man
You got me eating from the tip of your hand
I don't mind eatin', long as you feed me
Good love and good ole sympathy
"Champaign and Wine" by Otis Redding, but I prefer the version by Michael Grimm
His words were simple: "Pick out something seductive and meet me in my dorm in one hour." He refused to give her more to information, simply stating that he would clue her into his desire when she arrived. So, Hermione rummaged through her dresser, tossing aside her worn out underwear and finding the one set of panties she owned that actually accentuated her bum; a pair of pastel pink lacy boy-shorts. They were a present from Ron years ago, but she hadn't gotten a chance to wear them once before they had parted ways. Tonight, she thought gleefully, they'd actually get some use!
She didn't have a bra that exactly matched, so she settled on her cobalt strapless, opting that the colour would look stunning in combination with the pink. She threw them both onto the bed and went to her wardrobe. Since she had come to Hogwarts to teach, and not to seduce, the pickings were slim. The winner was a white, long sleeved sweater made of thin material that Ginny had gifted her for Christmas last year. It was oversized, comfortable, and best of all hung just over the curve of her hips while also showing off her shoulders and collarbone. She didn't think she'd ever be able to muster the courage to wear it in public, but... She'd have to thank the Weasleys someday for attributing to a scandalous outfit for... well, for what, exactly? Her curiosity was hungry for satisfaction, and she longed to know what awaited her behind Draco's closed door.
She slipped out of her clothes and tossed them into the hamper before she left to the bathroom for a quick shower. She might not know what to expect, but she wanted to be prepared for anything from that wish list. As her thoughts strayed to that list, she thought of his preferences when it came to how a woman presented herself, debating on if she should continue with her landing strip she was accustomed to, or if she should be completely bare beneath those boy-short panties. Would he even be looking beneath her knickers? Was she expecting too much too soon from the prudish pureblood? Why was she hoping she was completely wrong about him?
She decided to keep her small landing strip; she kept it trim and tiny, and it did make her feel more of a woman. After her shower, she dried her hair quickly with a spell and shimmied into her seductive outfit just as a knock came upon her door. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly pulled her robes on, buttoning them with haste. She had already planned on wearing them to get to Draco's dormitory, so this wasn't the worst of it, but she still didn't like to be rushed. When she finished her last button, she forced a smile on her face and strolled over to the door, pulling it open. Of course, it was Neville on the other side of that door. And of course, he was looking at her with an innocent grin that made her insides lurch with guilt.
"Hello, Neville," she smiled.
"Hey, Hermione." He rubbed the back of his head. "So... I'm just going to come out and ask you -are you alright?"
She blinked once, confused. "Yes, of course. Why?"
"I overheard a few of the students on the way back, and they were talking about how Malfoy and Ron almost came to blows."
Wow, word travelled fast, didn't it? "It wasn't anything like that. Ron was just his overprotective self. He saw me with Draco and... he just didn't take it well."
"I see..." Neville's voice trailed off.
Hermione knew that if there was ever a time to let him down gently, it would be now. Also, it wouldn't hurt to get this off of her conscience so that she didn't arrive at Draco's dormitory whilst leading Neville on. "Look, Neville, I wanted to talk to you."
"That's never a good sign," he said, still holding his smile on his face, though it was a bit sadder. "What's on your mind?"
"I just..." How could she explain that, even if she weren't interested in Draco Malfoy in the slightest, there still wasn't a chance that she felt anything else for Neville as more than a friend? He was great. He really was. He was kind, and funny, and sweet, and gentle... but she just wasn't attracted to him the way that she knew would be validating. Today's date had told her as much. Despite how perfectly wonderful Neville Longbottom was, he simply wasn't her cup of tea. And that was alright. But she would need to say it in a way that wouldn't offend or tear apart their friendship. It was all such a delicate situation. "I want to thank you, first off, for the lovely date. I really had a wonderful time."
"Yeah, me too."
Darn it, that didn't make this any easier. "And you're a great man, Neville. You're sweet and funny and simply a pip." Her chest deflated when she finished with, "But I think that we should maintain our friendship and continue to work together as Professors for the school."
"Ah. I see. The whole 'letting him down easy' bit." Neville's face dropped, but he didn't seem angry. A bit sad, maybe... "Was it because you saw Ron again?"
Hermione's eyebrows lifted up, and she couldn't help but laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No, Neville! Heaven's bells! No..." She shook her head, grinning. "Ron has nothing to do with it. The only thing I want from him is friendship."
"So it's Malfoy, then." His shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. Hermione chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to find a better way to explain it to him that Draco had nothing to do with her decision either. Not really. Maybe a bit, but he wasn't the deciding factor.
"It's because I think our friendship is too valuable to tarnish it. If we didn't work out, it would destroy what we have -and I think that's very special, don't you?"
Neville looked pensive, nodding in response. His eyes were distant, lost in his own mind no doubt. "Yeah. -Yeah! No, I get it. Really." He reached down, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it tenderly. "You're a good soul, Hermione. And I do value what we have. Should you ever change your mind..."
"I know where to find you." She blushed, despite herself, and patted his cheek. "Thank you for being so understanding."
" 'Course, Mione." He bowed to her and turned to leave, slipping his hand from hers. He looked a bit shaken as he took to the staircase, leaving Hermione to close her door gently behind him and toss herself back onto the bed. Her heart was beating wildly out of the nervous tension that hung thick in the air. She wasn't accustomed to turning away potential lovers, but... Neville wasn't a prospect she really thought she could explore her darkest fantasies with. And while he would make a wonderful husband to some witch or muggle woman someday, he just wasn't the bloke for her. Not that she even knew if there was one for her. This tryst with Draco was headed into uncharted territory, and she didn't know where she would end up at the end of her sexual conquest.
But for now, she supposed, it didn't really matter.
She counted to three hundred before she hopped off of the bed (feeling sure that this was enough time to make sure Neville wouldn't spot her leaving), slipped on her shoes, and took off on her adventure down the staircase leading to her bedroom and even further down the staircase that would lead down to the Slytherin dormitories. Draco's room was the only one at the end of a long hallway curving off the direction of the boy's dormitories, and she made it to his door with minutes to spare from her hour time limit. She strummed her knuckles across the carved wood engrained with serpents, and it took him only seconds to answer. He was dressed more casual than she had ever seen him in a grey, long sleeve shirt made from cashmere and a set of lounge pants. His eyes were set with a sense of playfulness as he swung the door open and smirked at her.
"Professor Granger," he said, "Do come in."
From the outside, Draco might have looked cool, calm, and collected; but on the inside, he was an inferno of apprehension and nervous fodder. Seeing her at his door gave him the overwhelming realisation that this was real, and she was truly willing to let him decide her fate tonight. That sort of power would have been so enticing to any Malfoy but Draco, who, as a child, had revelled in the power trips he had abused until he had burnt them into ash and embers. He was still as selfish as he ever had been, but now there was a nagging conscience that made life's decisions difficult.
He watched her slip into his room, and he shut the door behind her. His hands shook, but he didn't think she had taken notice; she was busy admiring his room for the second time. He gave her a once over and thought that perhaps she should really say something. Or did she expect him to? This was all so... new. "If that's what you consider seductive, we really should have a talk." Way to go, Draco. Be a real ass. That'll get her to fall in bed with you.
Hermione glanced back over her shoulder, a teasing smile draping across her lips. He was relieved to find that, even behind her demeanour, he could see the nervous tension written in her eyes the same as him. It made it easier for him not to tuck tail and run when she reached up to the top clasp of her robes and began to undo button after button. She turned to face him as she let her robes slip down her arms -and oh, fuck. That was... she wasn't wearing any shorts, was she? And that shirt... it really should be removed. Soon. Would she be offended if he ripped it off of her? Probably...
"This more what you had in mind?" she asked, slipping out of her shoes to stand before him. For a man who had been raised to despise her kind, Draco couldn't find a damn thing wrong with that 'filthy blood' running through that enticing body of hers. How could something packaged so wonderfully ever be considered 'dirty' or 'tainted'? Growing up, Draco had been taught that mixed-blood was an injustice to the magical workings of nature. Now, all Draco could think was that perhaps he should write a letter to her muggle parents and thank them for giving her such fine genetics... he just would never tell his Father he had written to muggles...
Draco nodded, firmly clenching his jaw so he didn't say something cruel again. He swallowed hard, willing his knees to keep from shaking. It was odd to think that any woman could make him nervous, but here he was, timid and overwhelmed when he should have been confident. Beautiful women were nothing new to him -so how was it that Hermione Granger had bested his nerve? He took a step forward, poised to put on his best show as he paced around her, arms tucked behind his back, eyes hungrily scraping over every bit of skin he could see. Maybe if he could find something wrong with her, it would make her more approachable. But there wasn't a thing wrong with that smooth skin, or those slender legs, or that flat stomach, or the subtle curve of her breasts beneath that sweater. Her neck was graceful, her eyes were like pools of chocolate, and her lips looked like they should be on his cock right about now.
Fuck. How was he hard already? They hadn't even started.
"Are you going to tell me what you picked?" she asked him, her voice quiet.
Draco flickered his eyes up to hers, and he gave a saucy smirk. It dawned on him that, even though she was a beautiful minx who intimidated the shit out of him, she also had no idea what he planned to do with her. It gave him a new-found confidence, and he tucked his finger under her chin to force her face upwards. She stood perfectly still, melting beneath his touch. He could feel her warm breath tickle his hand as he stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever. Then he said, "I want to photograph you."
Her eyes were unreadable for a time. The only movement that gave her away was the way her eyebrows crumbled together as she assessed his words. Finally, she said, "Photograph me. I don't remember that being on the list."
He smirked. "Bring the list out and see for yourself."
Her body stiffened, but she still stood there with her chin resting on his finger, ever the diligent little witch. "Alright." He released her, and she went over to her robes to untuck the list from one of the pockets. As she bent over to retrieve the scroll, Draco took his time admiring her derriere. Merlin, look at those cheeks. They deserved a good whipping, they did... -The small voice from his pureblood days swatted him on the back of the head, stating that those thoughts were improper. The larger voice that stemmed from his deviant side told him that those ass cheeks would look even better with wax dripping down them.
Hermione rose up, unrolled the scroll, and began to sift through his wish list column. She scowled and brought the list over to him. "I don't see anything on here about photographing anyone."
"No?" He tried to hide his unscrupulous smile as he said, "Let me see." As soon as the list was plucked out of her hands, he made his way to his desk in the corner of the room, picked up his favourite quill, dipped it in some ink, and scribbled a note on the suggestion line before she could even begin to comprehend what he had done. When the last letter had been drawn, it finally dawned on Hermione what he was doing, and she gasped and ran across the room.
"That's cheating!" She reached for the quill in his hand, but he yanked it out of her reach and held her back with one arm, smirking all the while. "You can't just add something to the list!"
"What? It's been there the entire time, can't you see?" He laughed, scooping up the parchment and pushing it into her hands. "Right there."
He watched her eyes scan over the words, and he saw the blush that procured from her after reading what he had written. She repeated the words out loud, solidifying them. "Have Hermione Granger pose seductively for me in any way I imagine while I take pictures of her." Her fingers tightened around the parchment as she found the courage to meet his eyes. "You... you wrote my name on this."
"Yes?" He didn't really understand why that was so significant.
"You could have put down 'have a woman pose seductively for me,' but you didn't."
Oh. Well, that was an easy explanation. "I don't want to have just any woman pose for me. I want you."
She bit down on her lower lip, staring at him for a few moments before she nodded, set the list onto his desk, and asked him, "So... do you even own a camera?"
"I do." Before he crossed the room to retrieve it, he stopped just short of her, leaned down, and kissed her on top of the forehead. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it, but it felt right. He strolled over to his dresser, rummaged through his sock drawer, and brought out a small, hand-held camera that was worn and very old. He presented it to her, pushing out between them so that she could take it. She did, and she let her fingers trail over the metal design and wide lens. "It belonged to my grandfather," Draco stated simply. "He enjoyed photography, and when he passed, he willed it to me."
"Do you enjoy photography?" she asked him, still clutching it between her fingers.
"When I find the right muse," he replied, giving her a small wink. "I never was allowed the luxury of finding a hobby outside of what my father wished of me when I was young. Quidditch was a sport to be taken up by any Malfoy, and I did enjoy it. But as time passed, I've found art, in many forms, to be a valid way of... letting the demons out." He took the camera back from her and without warning clicked the shutter-release button. Hermione gasped and swatted him on the arm.
"Did you just take a picture of me?"
He grinned mischievously. "Maybe."
"I wasn't ready!"
"Well, sometimes the best photographs develop from that." He laughed, a bit freer now that he knew she wasn't going to give him a shit time about his wish-list preference. "Look, I'm feeling generous, which isn't often, so I'll make you a deal. For every picture you let me take, I'll answer a question of yours about my pureblood traditions. Sound fair?"
"And how do I know that you're not going to blackmail me with these photos later?"
He would have felt insulted if he didn't already know that it sounded exactly like something he would do. But that was not the fate for these photos. "Because these photos will belong to me. I don't want to share them with others because the way I have you tonight..." He was just as shocked by his words as she was. "I don't want anyone else to experience you this way. That's for me. And this... is between us. That's it. So even if this is our last night of debauchery, I can always have this."
He knew he had hooked her with that, and before long Hermione's shoulders went slack and she chewed on her thumb. "Fine."
Click.
"Hey! I didn't even ask a question!"
"That's not how this works, Granger." What had he been so nervous for? Having a beautiful woman in his bedroom was easier than he thought. "I'll answer a question of yours when you give me the photograph I desire. So no slacking." He reached out with his free hand and brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. "Now why don't you be a good little Gryffindor for me and sit on the bed." Even though it was phrased like a question, it was most definitely a demand. One that he expected to be fulfilled. Hermione surprised him when she bit down on the tip of his thumb gently and gazed up at him with lustful eyes.
"How do you want me on the bed?"
His cock twitched in his pants. Fuck. Fuckedy-fuck-fuck-fuck. This was going to be so much hotter than he had anticipated. "On your knees, of course."
She trailed her tongue around the pad of his thumb before stepping away from him and sauntering to the bed. He took a photo of her as she went, forever capturing that luscious ass in mid-stride. And thanks to the fact that this was a magical camera, he wouldn't just have the image, but the movement of her hips swaying as well. He forced himself to contain the grin that wanted to spread out across his lips, and instead opted for a more serious, casual expression as he watched her climb onto his bed and sit before him on her knees, arms tucked between her legs in front of her like she was a vassal awaiting her superior's request.
"Bite your lip for me," he whispered, not caring to pull the camera up to his eye line. He'd done enough photography to know exactly how the picture would turn out if he tilted the camera ever so slightly to the left and held it at chest height. His younger self had taken to the streets of Hogsmeade and photographed people in their daily lives for practice. He was glad he had taken the time to get to know his strengths, but he much rather enjoyed the intimacy of this setting instead. Hermione Granger, the straight Outstanding and Exceeds Expectations student who loved nothing more than to bury her face in a book, was going to pose in risque photographs for his viewing pleasure. Willingly. And only for him.
Click.
"My turn," she said, dropping her seductive pretences and falling back into her usual personality of an insufferable know-it-all. "How do purebloods ask one another out on a date?"
He shrugged. "Normally, the dates are set up by the parents. But my father, for example, genuinely wanted to date my mother. Even when my grandmother tried to set him up with a sizeable amount of other women. So, he asked her to accompany him to a cotillion his parents threw for his seventeenth birthday."
"A cotillion? That's very old-fashioned."
"Is it?" He took a step closer to her and brought the camera up to his shoulder. "Lay back on the bed, Hermione." There was something so powerful in saying her first name. He watched her as she did as she was told, her hair falling back against his bedsheets. The white sweater she wore pulled up as her arms went above her head, revealing the dip in her stomach from her belly button and all the way to those panties he really wished would get tossed away. One step at a time, he reminded himself. He noticed the shy way she held her thighs together and took a photo to capture it. "What a good girl you are."
He watched as a blush crept up her cheeks as she soaked in his words. She didn't move from her seductive position as she asked her second question. "Is it common for purebloods to lose their virginity before marriage?"
He took another photo to preserve her blush, and then another that caught the way her ankles fidgeted under his stare. "Not for the women. Pansy giving up her virginity to me branded her on a lower level amongst the other boys in our year."
"But it's not the same for the men?"
He smirked, enjoying this sensational curiosity she possessed. "First, I want you to spread your legs for me." She frowned, and he lowered his camera. "You want your questions answered, don't you? Spread your legs and, just for good measure, put your hand on the waistband of your panties while your other hand touches your breast through your shirt."
"That's rather specific."
"I know what I like." He brought the camera back up and bit down on his lower lip as he watched her perform for him. Her hands were so small, but they were the perfect fit for her to appear to touch herself for his photographs. "Make it believable, Hermione. Or I won't share my knowledge with you."
His words frustrated her, but she did as she was told and fondled her own breast while her other hand played with the hem of her panties. But it wasn't enough that her body performed -he wanted to capture her face enjoying the act as well. Carefully, he crawled onto the bed between her legs and with his free hand reached out, cupping her other breast with careful diligence. The contact of his hand made her mouth part in a delectable 'O', and he snapped a picture quick while it was still so very new. Then he set the camera to the side of the bed for a moment, making a point to set it upright and keep it within reach when he saw his next opportunity to get a stunning shot. He leaned over her, resting on one of his elbows while his other hand still grasped the mound of flesh beneath her bra and sweater. His lips began a trail of tender, provocative kisses up and down the length of her neck as he kneaded her through her shirt.
Between kisses and bites, he answered her. "Pureblood men aren't expected to lose their virginity at a young age but, should their desires get the best of them, they are to maintain a sense of discretion when choosing someone to... practice with."
"P-Practice?" Hermione gasped as he found the shell of her ear with his teeth and nibbled.
"Words from my father." He trailed his hand down to the hem of her shirt and rested his palm against her stomach, feeling her ragged breathing. "When he found out I broke the status quo of waiting until I proposed to someone, he made it very clear I was to take the opportunity to learn what it took to please a woman." He dug his fingers ever so slightly into her stomach, earning a tempered sigh from her. "He told me that if I were to sow my wild oats, I was to only do it with those with proper lineage."
"So... why... why are you doing this with me?"
He bit down harshly on her neck, reached over, snatched up his camera, and quickly snapped a picture of her moaning softly at his action. Then he climbed off of her, stood up from the bed, and snapped another of her in her lust-filled daze. Her legs were now wide open for him, and he could see the trail of wetness soaking her panties. Merlin, he hadn't even touched her bare, and she was still so wet for him. He took two more pictures before he spoke again.
"I'm not one to follow tradition, Granger. At this point, with the way you look right now, I could give a shite less about 'proper lineage'. Now, how about you take that sweater off and let me see what you're working with, hmm?" Hermione did exactly that, pulling the fabric up and over her head to toss it to the floor. Her breasts were small but full, and they were hidden beneath a very pretty blue brassiere that he wished he could tear off with his teeth. "Now I want you on all fours, facing the wall."
"So when you're courting someone, is stuff like this off limits?" She rolled over onto her hands and knees, ass up in the air, presented to him like a fine wine. One that he would very much like to sample, given the opportunity. He stalked his way over to the side of the bed and pressed his palm into her back, swaying it and arching her ass up even farther than it had been. He pulled her arms out forward so that she was spread like butter on toast. If she didn't maintain the perfect amount of balance she would fall. And that kind of tautness in her muscles was exactly what he had been looking for. He slid his hand down to the base of her spine, right at the tailbone, before he pulled his hand up into the air and with a firm smack came crashing down on one of her ass cheeks. Hermione groaned softly, pushing her ass into the air to balance herself from the force of his blow. Draco, satisfied, went back over to the foot of his bed and snapped a photo of her round ass in all of its splendour.
"It's absolutely off limits," he whispered to her, taking photo after photo. "Not to mention very taboo. Risque photos?" He tisked. "Any pureblood woman I know would have died from mortification. -But you're not like those cows, are you, Hermione? You're different. You're special." Not to be too kind, he barked out another set of commands. "Stay just the way you are, but I want you to reach back and pull your panties down so that I can see what you have to offer me."
"Draco..." she whispered to him, fighting the urge to glance back. One of her hands went up to the top of her underwear and began to tug them down.
"Slowly," he commanded, "Yes, like that. Such a special gift you have..." He snapped a photo and then watched her bring her panties down over the curve of her buttocks and finally -finally, revealing herself to him. The lips of her pussy were smooth, pink, and coated with slick arousal. A thousand different images flitted through his mind: taking her from behind; making her sit on his face while he lapped at her; shoving his cock, his fingers, anything he could get his hands on into that dripping cunt. He wanted to make her scream and cry and moan for him the way no man had ever made her before. His want for Hermione Granger grew stronger than he could have ever anticipated.
He snapped a photo.
"Fuck..." Draco grasped the camera as if it were his only tie to reality. "Touch yourself for me."
Her fingers slipped underneath her and between her legs, and with a timidness known only to someone who had never done something like this before, she began to play with herself in front of him. Draco's finger pressed the shutter-button over and over again as he stepped closer, watching her fingers trail along her folds and slip over the nub of her pretty little clit. He wanted to reach out -to touch her the way she was touching herself. As if she knew exactly what was going through his mind, she moaned softly and muttered, "Touch me, Draco."
Needing no more prompting, he climbed onto the bed behind her, set his camera down, and reached out with shaky hands until they grasped her ass cheeks. Hermione still played with herself beneath him, and he watched for a moment as she slipped a finger in and moaned. Her ass exposed to him, he trailed his eyes over her cheeks, her lovely, puckered asshole, and her delicious pussy just begging to be licked. Before his appetite for her consumed him and he leaned down and bit down on one of her ass cheeks, eliciting a groan as Hermione lost her balance and fell face first into his pillow, her fingers slipping out of her as she grasped the bed. Her ass went up higher, and Draco scooted down onto his back with vigour, enjoying the sight before him before he ripped her underwear away from her legs (guess she'd have to go commando after this, because there's no way those panties were ever going to sew back together), dove his tongue out and tasted her.
The taste of Hermione Granger was like the ocean. It was the perfect balance of ocean water, salt and fresh air, and if Draco could, he'd bottle the taste up and sell it to the highest bidder. Because -damn. That's how good it tasted to him. And by the way she was moaning unintelligibly into his pillow, she liked the way he danced his tongue across her clit. His hands, now finding the will to stop shaking, reached up to her hips and brought her down on top of him to sit on his face. He'd always wanted to try this too -to smother himself beneath a woman the way he'd read about in those erotic stories he wasn't supposed to know about tucked away in his Mother's closet.
Hermione sat up straighter, realising that this is what he wanted, and gave in. She brought her knees closer together to frame his face and sat up straight, head tilted back and hands finding their way behind her to unclasp her bra and discard it to the floor with the rest of her clothing. Draco watched, tongue trailing up and down her wet cunt all the while, as she set her breasts free into the soft lighting of his bedroom. Oh, Merlin. Look at those nipples. They really deserved some adoration as well! Some other time, he supposed, because right now was dedicated to Hermione's mouth-watering pussy. Draco closed his eyes as to not distract himself and gripped her ass cheeks to tilt her forward and better into his mouth.
"F-Fuck..." Hermione gasped.
Draco pulled away from her clit to taunt her. "Now now, Professor. Language." He lapped at her nub, gently bestowing a few kisses here and there to keep things interesting.
"Oh, fuck your language, Draco. Mmm... God... yes... eat me out... fuck..."
Ooh, who was this version of Professor Granger, and how had she stayed hidden for so long? Better yet, how could he keep her around? He chuckled quietly, leaving a trail of kisses down her lips and up to the mound above her nub. "Someone's enjoying herself."
"Don't stop," she whimpered, her hands brushing up against her breasts and down her stomach in a frantic need for contact. "Please, Draco. Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." He returned his lips to her, kissing and flicking his tongue, and tasting her until he could feel her begin to move across his face. He pressed his tongue against her clit with more pressure, letting her roll her hips lightly and fuck his mouth. Ever since he was a teenage boy, this had always been a fantasy of his. Blaise Zabini had mentioned this erotic tale of the time he had gotten Lavender Brown off after she had been dumped by Weasley. The way he had described it made the act sound dangerous and powerful. If a woman was so comfortable with you to sit on your face and let you eat her like she was your last meal, you had achieved a sense of power in the vulnerability of that woman. But it was interesting, he noted, that as he lapped at her juices and fucked her with his tongue that he didn't feel very powerful. If anything, she was the powerful one sitting above him, controlling him, eyes set heavy on his own with one command: make her come.
And he was so willing to comply.
His tongue darted faster against her clit and lips, and he licked her with a determination that could only be met by the roll of her hips and her guttural moans. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to bring about her happiness by letting her experience that orgasmic high she had bestowed upon him the night she had sucked him off. He wanted to be the one to do it.
He groaned softly, the vibration of his voice dancing on his tongue, and, without warning, sent her over the edge. Hermione came undone in his mouth with not a scream or a moan, but a soft, gentle sigh that sounded more content than anything he'd ever heard escape her lips. Her hips stopped rolling as she gasped for breath. Draco continued to lick her until he was thoroughly satisfied that he had ridden out her orgasm. In a post-ecstasy high, she rolled off of him and landed on the silky sheets of his bed onto her back. Draco smirked, climbed on top of her, and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, encouraging her to taste herself. Much to his enjoyment, her tongue met his with eager zealous. Their mouths battled for a few happy minutes, but when Hermione went to reach for Draco's still prominent bulge, he grasped her wrist and brought it around to the side of her head.
After a few lighter kisses, he broke away and shook his head. "Not tonight, Granger. Tonight was for you."
"But..." She sounded almost disappointed.
He grinned down at her. "You told me one thing from my list. I received two. I'm quite satisfied, Hermione. Believe me."
She reached up, stroked a bit of hair out of his face, and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "You continue to surprise me, Professor Malfoy."
He broke out into a laugh. "Yes, well... I suppose I've got to keep you on your toes, don't I?" He brushed his lips against hers. "Besides, we've got so much more time to explore that list, don't we?" He snaked a hand down her side and rested it on her hip. "And you still owe me one of your own."
She yawned and smirked up at him. "Your list is my list, Professor."
He raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
Hermione planted a delicate kiss on his nose. "I want to try everything on your list, Draco. That's the only thing on mine."
He tossed himself over to his side and pulled her into the crook of his arm. "Do you want to stay the night?" he asked. "We could get an early start on that list."
She smiled and rolled her eyes. "We're not on vacation here, Draco. We're professors at Hogwarts. We have an obligation of professionalism to maintain."
"But tomorrow's Sunday," he pouted, unsure why the idea of her leaving his dorms tonight made his insides squirm.
"Maybe some other night." She leaned up, kissed his cheek, and began the annoying task of putting her clothes back on. The last bit she found were her ripped panties, and she gave him a look that said she very much held him in contempt. "I only wore these once, you know."
"They served their purpose," he laughed. Hermione stuffed the ruined underwear into her robes pocket, slipped on her shoes, and strolled back over to the bed. Draco leaned up, relishing in her goodnight kiss. "When do we get to do this again?"
"Hmm..." She thought about it. "Let's see how well you behave in class this week."
"Oh, come on." He groaned. "Professor Malfoy isn't nearly as fun as Deviant Draco! Don't put my sex life into the hands of that impish prude!"
"Maybe you should try merging them into the same person," she offered, strolling to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast?"
"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow then. But it won't be me. It'll be him. And I won't be responsible for any arrogant quips he makes."
"Keep him in line, then. Goodnight, Draco."
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