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The Methods of a Malfoy	By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Heaving a deep groan, I flopped down once more onto my side towards the open French doors, hoping to catch a cool breath of the night-time breeze. I had lost track of how many times I had rolled over left and right and then back again, but over the last couple of hours of restlessness, it must have been nearing close to a hundred. To me though, it felt like the millionth time, and I still wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t even close to it. I was hot, clammy, restless and the only thing I was getting close to was infuriated, as the minutes continued to tick by and I still could not drop off. I was tired, but sleep continued to evade me no matter how hard I tried to shut my eyes, shut my mind off and relax, the humidity and the heat of the night palpable and uncomfortable. I tried to remind myself that heat and humidity at some level were to be expected during the summertime and that I couldn’t wish for long, warm, blue-skied days without some level of lingering warmth at night. But this night seemed particularly trying.
Approving happily of my relationship with their son, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had extended an invitation to me to stay at their home during the summer school holidays, and, following a relentless week of pestering by Draco, I had finally accepted, making my way from London to the grand manor in rural Berkshire in the first week of July. I had been at Malfoy Manor 2 nights before Lucius and Narcissa had departed on the morning of the 3rd day to visit friends in France for a fortnight, leaving Draco and I alone in the sprawling house.
It had been an unusually warm summer overall and the last couple of days had of course been no exception, the mercury hovering in the mid to high 30’s most days before it dropped generally to a more amiable coolness as dusk fell around supper time. The 3rd night however had been by far the worst, and so, I lay wide awake at 2am, sprawled across the rumpled top sheet of the bulky 4-poster bed I shared with Draco in his cavernous bedroom, becoming increasingly annoyed and nursing the thudding beginnings of a heat-induced headache.
Flopping onto my back with a deep sigh, I gazed dozily up at the dark canopy above us for a moment then lolled my head to the side to look at Draco, lying beside me. I couldn’t help but both smile and roll my eyes as I looked at him. How he could sleep so soundly in such heat both completely eluded and slightly irritated me. But I also could not deny how peaceful and relaxed he looked as he drifted in the world of dreams. He lay, curled up on his side, close next to me, the top sheet loosely swathing his lower half, one long leg and one big foot hanging out as he slumbered, his eyes shut, his dark lashes fanned softly across his pale cheeks, a loose lock of his silver-blonde hair flopping over his forehead, his countenance serene and calm. He wore only his black silk boxers, his toned chest, firm flat belly and slender, muscular arms uncovered, one draped protectively across the top of my pillow, his fingertips partially grazing the top of my hair.
I wished on the one hand that I could snuggle into the ever-welcoming crook of his arm, cuddle up to his protective chest, breathe in his scent and fall into a peaceful, comfortable, restful slumber. The tepid dampness that continued to linger on the night air and the airless stuffiness that lay over me however, made an otherwise enjoyable idea, for once, so vastly unappealing and the otherwise luxurious silken bed linen on which we lay feel like a hessian sack. All I wanted to do was get out of there and get some space and air. So, with more than a little effort, I peeled myself out of bed and clutching my glowing wand, trudged quietly out into the dark corridor, intent on finding the kitchen or at the very least, a lurking house elf who would be able to get me a much needed glass of cold water.
With my glass in hand, I sat outside on the bedroom balcony, out onto which the open French doors led. Curled up in one of the black armchairs, I sipped slowly at my drink as I gazed down onto the surrounding, shadowy pastures which surrounded the sprawling Malfoy estate. The night was dark, still and silent, only the minute twinkling pinpricks of the stars high above my head shining through the inky blackness of the nocturnal sky. The air remained warm, bordering on stifling, but occasionally, a light, brief, fresh breeze would blow through, seemingly out of nowhere and breathe through my long, loose hair, kissing and cooling the clammy skin of my face and neck for a few blissful moments.
I had just shut my eyes, relishing one such moment of refreshing coolness with a deep sigh, when I felt Draco press his lips tenderly to the side of my neck, his warm skin against mine, an electric tingle rippling down my spine as he whispered in my ear.
‘Hey...I woke up and you weren’t there. You alright?’
‘No...’ I groaned flatly, keeping my eyes shut as I rested my head on my hand, ‘...I’m hot...and I’m tired...and I’m headachey...and I can’t get to sleep.’
‘Who got you the water?’
‘Lucy, one of your kitchen elves,’ I replied, ‘such a sweet thing. I felt a bit guilty when I frightened her in the corridor. She almost had a heart attack. I think she thought I was your dad.’
Draco offered me a lopsided smile as he stroked his hand down my loose hair. ‘Can I get you anything else?’
‘Yeah, a freezer perhaps,’ I replied dryly, ‘big enough for me to lay down in or failing that, a heavy object with which I can knock myself out, so I can finally get a wink of sleep.’
‘Well... I really would rather prefer it if you didn’t do that,’ Draco replied with a crooked smirk, ‘besides...I can think of a much more appealing option...’
Taking my glass and placing it down beside the chair leg, he offered me his free hand with a smile.
‘Come with me, my dear.’
I let Draco lead me back inside, through the French doors, back through his bedroom, the lingering warmth of the night radiating through the worn floorboards beneath our bare feet.
‘Alright…’ I chuckled, keeping my hand wrapped in his, as he paused to pick up his wand from the bedside unit, ‘where are we going then?’
‘It’s a secret.’
I couldn’t help but smile as I gave a slight roll of my eyes.
‘Well...if you know you as well as I think I do,’ I said slowly, ‘I’d say that that face by now, means you are up to something. Something that I may or may not agree with. Am I right?’
‘Depends,’ Draco purred in reply.
‘Depends what?’
‘Depends... how hot you are...’
It was then, I felt distinct coolness between my feet and I realised we had entered another room. A second later, I heard Draco mutter softly the Incendio charm. A bright orange spark burst from the tip of his wand with a soft crack and hiss, the flame leaping up towards the ceiling before shrinking back down just as quickly, illuminating the dark, cool room in its flickering golden glow. I watched in silence as Draco lit one candle wick, then another, then another, until a cluster of 3 thick black pillar candles stood lit atop the ebony vanity unit. The candle light danced across the floor and I glanced down to see that we were now standing on cold, black marble.
‘What’s this?’ I whispered, smiling up at Draco as he laid his wand down on the unit before turning to face me once more, ‘where are we?’
With a curled smirk, I saw him flick his dark grey gaze around briefly before he looked back at me.
‘Have a look…’ he nodded to the far corner of the room.
Squinting slightly, I followed his gaze as he looked back over to the shadowy far wall of the echoey room, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dimness, before I made out what appeared to be a dark alcove, standing tucked away in the furthest corner. The flickering candle light reflected off the small, shiny black tiles that lined it from floor to ceiling, and the 2 shining chrome taps and large rain-fall style shower head that glinted from the darkness and it was then I finally realised just where Draco had bought me.
Feeling another smile curl up at the side of my mouth, I turned my head slowly and looked back up at him. His gaze hadn’t left me, nor had the smirk left his face. Reaching a finger under my chin, I let Draco tilt my lips gently up to his, his purred words meeting my ears just as they merged.
‘Cold shower?’
***
Our lips remained locked together as Draco and I slowly but surely made our way over to the shower alcove. Our hands roamed over each other as we made gradual disposal of our clothes, dropping them in pools at our feet on the bathroom floor until we were both completely naked. Our lips slowly parted and I watched intently as Draco reached behind us and cranked over one of the taps, the gush of the flow pattering down rhythmically on the tiled floor, as he rested his hands back at my hips, his eyes locked to mine as he walked slowly backwards, guiding me into the shower with him.
The cool water was shocking but exhilarating as it trickled down over us both and with hesitation, I leant forward, flopping into Draco’s waiting arms with a deep shuddering sigh, wrapping my arms around his lithe body, pulling him tight against me as I rested my head against his chest and shut my eyes. The cool massage from the spray delicious as it instantly began to cool my hot, clammy body. I felt Draco beginning to stroke his long fingers through my now sodden hair before he pushed my locks to the side and dipped his head down, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin of the side of my neck, laying soft, sucking electrifying kisses along the wet skin of my shoulder and over my collarbone. As he peppered my skin with kisses, his arms enfolded me in their embrace, his hands sliding up the backs of my thighs, up to massage and stroke over the mounds of my behind.
I tipped my head back, a low groan rising from my throat, the aching wetness beginning to seep from between my legs anew as Draco dipped his lips down to kiss and suck at the rises of my breasts. His tongue slid out to ensnare and torture the hard peaks of my nipples, my eyes lolling shut, my moans unrestrained, my fingers dancing through the back of his wet hair as he sucked one nipple then the other into the warm wetness of his mouth, caressing me and teasing me with every motion, his growing arousal all the while, grazing the inside of my thigh.
Sliding my arms around his neck, I sank deep into his embrace, our lips crushing back together hard, our tongues plunging into each other’s mouth, our breaths, the water droplets that slid between our lips melding into one as we kissed, full, deep and hungry. As I moved against him, I unknowingly shifted beneath the spray of the shower head, a startled gasp wrenching from deep within my chest, stifled between our kiss as the cold cascade of water came crashing down upon me.
I knew Draco heard me, despite his mouth being pressed against mine, and almost in unison, we shifted swiftly out of the spray. I let him turn me in his arms and back me against the wall, away from where the water fell. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine as my backside collided with the cold, wet tiles, the shocking but enlivening sensation only adding to the rapidly increasing arousal that was now surging through me, the fervour burning between us as we continued to kiss ardently, my hands clasped at his cheeks, his hands clutching the sides of my neck, tangling through my hair.
I tipped my head back against the cold tiles, letting out a low long groan as Draco dragged his tongue down the curve of the front of my neck, down to the base of my throat, peppering kisses and sucks here and there, before continuing down onto my chest.
Once more, he teased and tortured my breasts as he slowly sank downwards, letting his lips drag lower and lower. He kissed and licked and sucked at the soft flesh of my belly, his tongue tickling my navel, his touch sending tingles and shivers into my hip bones and up and down my spine, his grasp holding me steady as he gradually moved down closer and closer, towards my now throbbing, aching centre. His lips and tongue roamed for what seemed like an agonising, heavenly eternity over the sensitive delicate patch of skin just above my pubic mound, just above where the thatch of hair began. I could feel the clenching aching and groaning in my core, the hot wetness flooding from me, undeniable even through the cool wetness of the shower. Sliding a hand up, I dragged my fingers through his hair, tilting his head very gently upwards so that he would meet my gaze.
‘You’re meant to be helping me cool down...’ I groaned, unable to contain my smirk as I looked down on him.
He returned my smirk as he gazed up at me before he slowly rose to his feet.
‘Pretty fucking difficult, when I’ve got you in front of me, looking like this, gorgeous,’ he purred, taking my hands in his, our fingers meshing together, his gaze burning into mine as he pressed his wet, naked body against mine, ‘besides...you know I can’t resist you at the best of times. Never mind when you’re wet, naked and horny.’
Raising my arms up, he pressed back against the wall, at level with my shoulders, exposing my bare chest fully, making me surrender completely to him as his hands continued to hold mine, tenderly but firmly, our lips grazing only mere millimetres apart. Before I could even realise what I was saying, the words had left my mouth in a desperate whisper.
‘I want your tongue down there.’
I gripped his hand in mine and moved it down, pushing it against the throbbing heat of my centre. Draco’s breath was hot against my lips, the very tips grazing mine as his gaze bored into me.
‘Beg,’ he growled, ‘beg for it.’ I groaned, wriggling against the wall and his touch as he found the bud of my clit with his finger and began rubbing it firmly. A second later, his finger breached me, pushing into my molten heat.
My head arched back, my nails gripping into his wrist which I continued to hold.
‘Dray…please.’
His tongue flashed out, the tip tracing my lower lip as he removed his digit from me, clasping my chin in his grip and slipping it between my lips for me to suck. Holding his gaze, I cleaned myself from his finger with a sensuous groan before he recaptured my lips with his in a rough, crushing kiss, his tongue battling with mine as we shared in the taste.
‘Again…’ his murmur between our mouths was brief, his pace unrelenting, his desire seemingly uncontainable. I knew we had passed the point of no return. When Draco go to that point, there was no going back.
I groaned again.
‘Draco…please. Please…I need you...’
His hand dipped slightly then, his palm enfolding the column of my throat.
‘More…’
‘Draco…please!’ My plea was desperate now, tears beginning to well in my eyes, ‘I need you. I need you inside of me…right now. I beg of you. Please.’
His gaze burned into mine. Then I was greeted with his familiar curled smirk.
‘That’s better. Good girl…’
My head flopped back once more against the tiles, a long, low sigh rising from my throat as Draco released my throat from his hand, only to recapture it quickly with his torturous lips. His tongue flashed out to drag the curve of the front of my neck, flicking the hard, hot point over the dimple at the base of my throat, down onto my chest, teasing my bare breasts once more before he finally sank to his knees in front of me.
I whimpered a soft moan of anticipation and yearning as he slowly stroked one long finger up and down my outer folds, tickling and teasing me as he planted a lingering tingling line of kisses right across my pubic bone, sucking gently in between. My breath hitched in my throat as he reached forward and gently parted me open with his thumbs. My heart started to pound as I watched him dip his head down, his tongue flashing and flicking out across my hot inner folds, tasting and licking me for a long moment before he finally, blissfully, took my throbbing aching clit between his lips. Arching my head back against the wall, I didn’t bother trying to remain restrained, a wail of elation rocketing from my throat as my eyes fell shut, my fingers gripping desperately into his hair, my other hand finding purchase with the chrome shower caddy as he licked and sucked slowly but firmly at my swollen bead.
His tongue was magic, hot, wet and delicious, sending every single nerve ending into over- drive as he aroused it in a wonderful myriad of different ways. Up and down in long concentrated strokes, soft and gentle with lingering sucking kisses and licks, other times firmer and harder with stronger more determined sucks and licks, holding it fully in his lips, sucking at it hungrily like it was the pip of some juicy delectable fruit, stars of all colours beginning to burst in front of my eyes as the white-hot blaze of orgasm began to engulf me near instantly.
Draco knew I was getting close, my thighs starting to shudder under the ministrations of his lips and just as the trembling tension was mere seconds from bursting forth completely, he dragged his lips from my centre, stood to his feet and grasped me purposefully under my spread thighs. With a swift, determined movement, he lifted me off my feet, pushing me up against the cold wet wall, gripping me under my thighs, spreading me wide as I clung to him, my arms encircling his neck.
‘You ready for me?’ he purred, his breath hot against my face as his lips brushed mine. I groaned longingly, wriggling my pelvis against his, adjusting my position so the tip of his cock slipped just inside my seeping entrance as his lips slid from mine, his teeth sinking into my soft skin of my neck with an almost feral growl
‘Oh god yes,’ I gasped, ‘oh god…baby please. Fuck me. Fuck me Draco. Just fuck me.’
Draco let out a rumbling chuckle.
‘What have I turned you into, hey?’ he purred, tiny droplets of water sliding between our lips between our quivering, teasing kisses, his eyes burning and smouldering with intense arousal and ardour into mine, ‘a dirty minded, filthy mouthed little nymph who just wants to be fucked?’
‘You know me too well...’ I purred, my lids low as I arched against him, rubbing the sensitised flesh of my bare breasts against his firm chest. ‘…but then again, you’re a dirty fucker yourself and you know it. Now please, I beg of you. Just shut up…and fuck me.’
Without a single word more, Draco’s lips crushed back with mine, then in one quick motion, he gripped me hard under one buttock, raising my thigh upwards and out, opening me up before he surged forward and, slid into me, bottoming out, filling me in one deep stroke.
I clung to him, my face buried against his wet hair, groaning and whimpering as we fell into an easy, steady, undulating rhythm, his cock pumping and grinding deep and slow inside of my hot channel. His pelvis grated my clit as my back slid smoothly up and down the wet wall, affording me more leverage against his motions. Clenching my fingers hard into the back of his hair, I tipped my head back against the tiles, my breasts heaving upwards, whimpers rising from my throat as he dipped his face down and sucked and kissed, sucking the hard peaks of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue sliding and lathing around them, his sharp white teeth nibbling across them, making me moan and gasp as he continued to thrust deep and slow inside of me.
‘Ahhh fuck…you feel so good…so tight, so wet…’ Draco’s groan was deep throated and guttural as he continued to thrust and grind into me, pushing and rocking me again and again against the cold, wet wall.
It didn’t take long for the gripping pressure to build in my loins and clenching my teeth hard, I continued to grind and buck my hips urgently against Draco’s, encouraging and meeting his motions as he began to thrust faster, harder and deeper into me, to the point where I was nearly seeing stars. When he finally ripped a powerful climax from me, my hips bucked down hard against his grinding cock, the heat tearing up the front of me, my body tensing rigid as I groaned and whimpered my gratification into his neck, my fingers gripping desperately into his scalp as I rode out the shuddering, blissful waves.
His release followed mine a second later, his grip holding me tight against him, so tight I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning, his face falling to the crook of my neck as he thrust his hips hard into mine, pumping me with the hot flood of his climax with a deep, rasping groan.
My inner walls clenched and gripped his shuddering length, refusing to relinquish him as I milked every last drop of him into me, pulling and sucking it deeper and deeper into me, before we finally loosened and flopped back against the cool wall, our bodies, our foreheads pressing together as we melted into each other’s arms in a panting, spent, satisfied embrace. The last thing I remember before my eyes fell weakly shut in sated, spent exhaustion was the sound of our racing hearts thudding together, our panting breaths melding as one.
***
With a soft, content sigh, Draco pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head where it lay, nestled in the crook of his arm, his fingers raking slowly through my loose, mussed hair.
We lay once more atop his bed having retired eventually back to his bedchamber, our bodies now cool, our hair still damp from our time in his shower. Our clothes had been left discarded, on the bathroom floor as we lay, sprawled and naked across the tangled, rumpled sheets, cuddled in each other’s arms, the smooth silk cool and now blissfully comfortable against our bare, damp skin. After a long moment, laying in silence, Draco spoke.
‘So, tell me, beautiful...’
I turned my face to smile up at him, my fingers dancing tenderly across his navel.
‘What’s that?’
‘How’s your headache now?’
I could almost hear the smirk in his voice and I couldn’t help but giggle myself as I pressed a tender, loving kiss to his bare chest then rolled over onto my belly, slithering my body slowly up over his, the peaks of my nipples grazing his chest. A shimmer rippled down my spine as he slid his arms around to encircle my waist, his long fingers tickling up the small of my back as he pulled me closer. I stopped mere inches from his lips, the tips of our noses grazing as we gazed deep into each other’s eyes.
‘What headache?’ I feigned, ‘you didn’t think that old chestnut was true, did you?’
For a second, Draco didn’t say anything and I had to try hard to not cackle with laughter at his obvious bemusement.
‘Well, yeah, I did...but don’t most women,’ he said, ‘use the headache ploy to get out of sex, not to actually get it.’
‘Well, that may be as such,’ I purred, arching my brow as I glanced the tips of his lips with my own, ‘but you should know by now, my dearest love, that I...’ I paused to press a deep, sucking kiss to his lips, ‘...am not most women...am I? What do you say to that?’
Draco smirked.
‘You most definitely are not,’ he replied, slowly shaking his head, ‘as for what do I say to it...’
I didn’t even have time to react before Draco had captured me in his arms and flipped me beneath him, pinning me beneath his body, his hands gripping my wrists on either side of my shoulders, pressing them firmly into the soft pillows behind my head, rendering me completely immobile. His swift, impassioned action had rather taken me by surprise, but I couldn’t help but grin as I felt his arousal growing once more against my belly as he stared deep into my eyes through the shadows. His grey gaze flickered with a fervent, amorous hunger as his lips moved to capture mine once more.
‘Fuck me, my love.’
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