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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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11.
When Hermione awoke in the morning, she knew immediately that she was not in her own bed. The lighting was wrong and the duvet was green and—she took a deep breath—it smelled like him.
She stretched out and felt her heart drop when she realised that he was not in bed with her. She popped up and looked around and heard him rustling about in the kitchen. Just as quickly as she had had the feeling, she questioned why she had felt that way. Had she actually expected that this was anything more than a one-night thing? This was Draco Malfoy after all.
And what would happen to their friendship now? she thought, now annoyed at herself for coming back to his flat at all. She should have said no, should never had met him by the phonebooth, should never have let him do to her what he had done in that alcove. Now she was sure that aside from being one of his conquests for the night, she had also lost one of her closest friends. She felt a tightening in her chest at that thought.
She found her t-shirt and jeans from the day before in a pile of clothes and put them on, having no idea where her bra and knickers had gone. She snuck quietly to the bathroom to freshen up.
‘Morning,’ Malfoy said, smiling as she entered the kitchen. He was wearing only a black t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. She hadn’t realised how much she loved seeing him in muggle clothes. ‘Do you want some breakfast?’
Hermione looked around and noticed that he had everything ready for a fry-up. At least he was going to feed her before he sent her on her way. Must be the Malfoy special, she thought dryly, fuck them, feed them, and show them the door. ‘Yes, of course’ she said, sitting on one of the stools on the other side of the breakfast bar from where Malfoy was cooking. He gave her tea and toast first, and then set a plate full of sausages, bacon, tomatoes, beans and a fried egg in front of her.
Looking at it, her tummy gave a rumble and she realised just how famished she was as she tucked in. He stood across from her, eating his own with a far-off kind of smile on his face. ‘Do you still want to go for a run today?’ he asked after a while, and she remembered that it was Sunday morning.
‘I think I got enough exercise last night,’ she said softly, but he heard and a smirk spread over his face.
‘Well, we could do a bit more of that exercise today, if you want,’ he said. Hermione looked up from her breakfast in surprise and he misinterpreted it. ‘I mean, obviously, if you don’t want to...’
She shook her head and swallowed down the bit of bacon that was in her mouth. ‘No, no, sorry, I just. I assumed this was a one-night thing.’
He seemed to look over her carefully. ‘Did you want it to be a one-night thing?’
She felt her heart beating fast as she mulled over the implications of that question. Did that mean that he still wanted her? Would it just be today? Just this weekend and then they go back to their normal lives tomorrow? Maybe it could become a weekend thing, she thought with an inner grin—Friday night takeaway, film and a shag?
But she was still his boss and she knew that this could not spill over into their professional lives. They had stayed professional at work while they had been friends, as she was sure that no one actually thought that they were friends, but friendship and sex were completely different things. Did she think that she could stay cool and aloof with him at work knowing what he looked like under those robes?
But as she thought about how he had made her feel yesterday, she knew that she would take whatever he was willing to give, because she had felt more intense feelings with him than anyone else that she had been with, and though it scared her a bit, she wanted to see what else he could show her.
Finally, looking up at his expectant face, she answered honestly, ‘No.’
He moved around to her side of the island and putting a hand at the back of neck, he tipped her head back to look up at him. ‘Me neither,’ he said before taking her mouth in a needy kiss. Her hands flew up against his hard chest and stomach. He was fit, but not overly muscular. He didn’t have a six pack but was slender and strong. As he continued to kiss her, bruising her lips against his, she felt herself getting turned on again.
She had decided the night before that she wanted to do everything that she could with this man. As long as he still wanted her, she knew that she would want him. The rest they would just have to figure out later.
He stilled and looked at her and she was getting addicted to that dark look in his eyes. ‘Are you sore?’
‘Actually not too bad,’ she said honestly. ‘But maybe just take it easy on my…clit,’ she said as the little bundle of nerves was still a bit sensitive.
‘Deal,’ he said, kissing her again and pulling her into his arms. He picked her up and carried her over to the sofa, removing her shirt and his own before he laid her down and then unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs as he kissed along all her newly bared skin.
She moaned and whimpered as he finally pulled them off her feet and then quickly shed his sweatpants, his cock already growing hard. Her hands went up to her tits to squeeze them and rub her nipples and his eyes were immediately drawn there. He gave the base of his cock a squeeze to relieve the pressure that was building there.
He laid back down on top of her and said, ‘I need to be inside you again.’ He pushed his hand down her body and through her cunt to make sure she was ready and groaned feeling the wetness there. ‘We can do all the other stuff again later,’ he said, groaning into her neck, ‘But right now I need to fuck you.’
She pushed her head back and groaned at the words, ‘Yes, please,’ she said, his voice and his body turning her on again and she wasn’t sure if that would ever stop.
He dropped his hips down to where her entrance was and, grabbing the arm of the sofa for leverage, he thrust into her hard. She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, to stop herself from screaming out loud at the sudden and absolute fullness that she felt with his cock inside her again. He leaned forward and licked the blood from her lip before thrusting solidly into her again and she moaned. She knew from the look on his face that this wasn’t going to be a soft and gentle coupling. And she was right.
He took her roughly, relentlessly, using the arm of the sofa to thrust into her with more force than normal. She had her legs spread wide for him to be able to bury himself into her as deeply as possible and she moaned each time he slammed against the end of her passage. He was trying to drop down and kiss her when he could, but he was also concentrating all his energies on fucking her as hard as he could. She was glad that this was turning her on so much and that she was so wet, otherwise it probably would have become quite sore quite quickly.
As it was, however, the look in his eyes, the feel of his body as he pushed into her over and over and the smell of his scent and the sweat dripping off his forehead onto hers was making her wetter than ever and she loved it, loved every second of it. She felt the coil in her belly snap as he pushed her over into her first orgasm of the day, and while she was still recovering, he had flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees, pushing back into her from behind and grabbing her hips to slam them back against his.
She screamed at the feeling as his cock started rubbing over her g-spot and she felt herself quickly rising towards another climax. One of his hands left her hip, but she had found the rhythm and was now pushing back against him with each thrust, and it came around to fondle one of her tits, which were hanging down and undulating back and forth with each of his strong thrusts. He pinched her nipple hard each time he pushed his cock into her and soon she wailed out another orgasm. This time he grabbed both of her hips and pulled her back onto his cock hard as he coated her insides with his release.
Hermione collapsed. Her legs and arms too shaky from what they had just been through and Draco fell on top of her, not yet ready to leave her heat. He kissed across her shoulders and her back and said in a low voice that she wasn’t sure she was supposed to hear, ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.’
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The following morning found Hermione sitting at her desk and while the clock read, ‘Halfway to lunch,’ she had actually not yet gotten any work done. She could not believe that on Saturday morning, only 48 hours ago, she had had absolutely no feelings more than friendship for Draco Malfoy and now she was recounting in her mind the explicit details of everything that they had done over the weekend.
After their morning’s exercise, they had just laid on the sofa together naked for a bit, looking and touching, exploring each other’s bodies with their lips and hands and tongues. This eventually led to another frenzied fuck that had ended with them both somehow falling off the sofa and crashing onto the floor.
After calming their laughter, they had made their way back to the shower for a quick clean-up and then Draco had sleepily pulled her back to his bed for a nap.
When she had woken up a couple hours later, her eyes raking over Draco's magnificent body, she decided to wake him up with the wetness of her mouth on his cock and she had loved the way that he threw his head back and grabbed her hair as she swallowed the hot seed that he had shot into her waiting mouth.
Calming his breathing and giving her a wicked smile, he had then returned the favour, giving her two more orgasms with his mouth and fingers. He had then asked her to ride him. Knowing that she was now quite sensitive, and she was sure that he was as well, he didn’t force her hips with his hands and he didn’t thrust up into her, he just let her enjoy herself with his cock, letting her set the pace while he touched her tits and occasionally brought them or her mouth down to his own mouth for kisses.
It was with great regret that she told him that she needed to go home on Sunday night. She needed to recover, and she had some work to do, and she knew that if she spent another night in his bed that she would not be strong enough to go to work in the morning.
There was a knock at her office door and she looked up as Barry popped his head in. ‘Hermione, Mr Frederickson wants you, me and Malfoy to meet him in his office in an hour.’
‘Thank you, Barry,’ she said, with what she hoped was a light voice, but really she was quite nervous. She could not think of a reason that he would want to see the three of them together, unless it had something to do with what she and Malfoy had done at the Gala on Saturday night? Maybe someone had heard them and she was about to be sacked and Barry was to take her job?
She knew that there weren’t technically any rules that disallowed relationships between co-workers—in fact, she knew that Barry and Sandra had been shagging on and off for years—but they could probably find some reason to demote her.
Now instead of recounting all of her extracurricular activities over the weekend, she was trying to figure out what she could say to excuse her behaviour at the Gala, an embarrassed red flush on her cheeks thinking that someone, especially her boss, might know about it.
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