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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 85098 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER TWELVE: ELECTRICITY

Hermione had settled into her room for the night and was
just about to change into her nightclothes. She had been so busy with
schoolwork that day that she hadn�t even had a chance to do more than take off
her outer robes after classes and was still in the rest of her uniform.

She had wanted to make sure that she would be finished with
all of the schoolwork she had needed to catch up on, plus the work that was due
the following week, before meeting up with Malfoy the
next day. There was no telling how much of her time he would occupy. She had
managed it so far, but barely. Now she could finally relax.

A sudden tap on her window nearly gave her a heart attack.
Hermione�s room had to be dozens of meters from the ground: what could it be?
Wand drawn, she cautiously moved over to the window and peered out into the
dark, rainy night. Her gaze was met through the glass by Malfoy�s,
and she stifled a gasp of surprise. She gave him a confused look but opened the
window. He was hovering on his broom, and crawled in through the window before
he could be invited in.

�I thought we weren�t meeting until tomorrow,� Hermione said
as Malfoy dripped water all over the stone floor of
her tower bedroom. Not that she wasn�t happy to see him.
It had been a long week.

�Shh,� he cautioned her as he
placed his index finger to his lips and made a motion with his eyes toward her
door. �Couldn�t wait,� he whispered unapologetically. That was an
understatement.

Hermione went over to her door and locked it, then raised
her wand to cast a silencing charm. However, Malfoy
gently closed his cold fingers around her wand hand to stop her. She looked up at him in confusion, and he was smiling deviously. He
dragged her towards him by her wand hand and captured her lips roughly. His
skin was cold and wet but the inside of his mouth and his tongue were warm and
inviting and the contrast was so intense that it made Hermione shiver and let
out a small moan against his lips.

Malfoy abruptly broke the kiss and
gave her a warning look, reminding her that every one of her fellow Gryffindors was within hearing range if she got loud
enough, and there was nothing except a few stone walls to protect her precious
secret. That thought was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. She
definitely didn�t want them to know, but the idea that they were so nearby was
somehow exciting.

The waiting had been unbearable. What difference did one day
make? He�d gone long enough to prove his point: no sense denying himself
further. He wanted her, and he deserved to have her. And now he would have her
in her own bedroom, right under the noses of every single Gryffindor who would
never believe that their sweet little bookworm would succumb to the advances of
Draco Malfoy: Pureblood, Slytherin,
Death Eater. And there would be no magic to keep them
from hearing if she couldn�t control herself.

Malfoy had begun stripping off his
wet clothes and laying them over the back of a chair by Hermione�s fireplace.
Hermione watched him as if in a sort of trance until he noticed that she hadn�t
moved and looked up at her. He rolled his eyes impatiently and walked over to
her, taking her tie in his chilled fingers and undoing it expertly, throwing it
on a chair near her wardrobe. Next, he began to unbutton her blouse, and
Hermione nearly trembled where she stood because he was already bare to the
waist and she couldn�t stop her eyes from raking over his pale skin. At least
looking at his chest was easier than meeting his eyes. He had never undressed
her before.

With every button of her blouse he undid Draco felt the
warmth return to his skin, which was beginning to dry. His hair was still wet
and he needed to get his trousers off because his legs were freezing, but
warmth was radiating off of her even though he was only touching her shirt, and
it took quite a bit of will power not to rip the rest of her clothing off and
throw her onto the bed.

He had finally finished undoing the buttons and when his
hands slid down her arms to free her from her blouse they were warm and soft.
�Warm� was a word she would never have used to describe Draco Malfoy before she had begun to let him touch her. And she
had let him do everything else to her. More than once.
And now, it seemed, she was going to let him share her bed. The Room of
Requirement was almost a place outside of reality where no one could find them,
and the interludes they had shared in empty classrooms and secluded corners
were dreamlike, but this bedroom was very real. She would sleep in that bed for
many nights afterward, and it would smell like him when he was gone. That ineffable clean spiciness that was now muted by the fresh
smell of cold rain and night air.

Draco threw the blouse over to join her tie and slid his
hands down Granger�s back to unzip her stiff pleated skirt. It fell to her
ankles and she stepped out of it silently. He reached down to pick it up, and
on his way back up his face was met with smooth legs, white cotton knickers, a
stomach that was taut with anticipation, a white bra with lace, and finally, a
face that was flushed with nervousness and lust. How could she possibly still
be nervous after everything they�d done?

The wool skirt slipped from his fingers and lay forgotten on
the floor. He wrapped his arms around the irresistible girl�s waist and kissed
her roughly, almost violently. His idea to stay away had been idiotic. He could
have her whenever he wanted, so why shouldn�t he? She knew the terms of their
arrangement. Why should he try to stay away? She was his now, undeniably his, she
was his, she was his, and he would
have her whenever he wanted wherever he wanted even in Gryffindor bloody Tower in
the middle of the night and she would not deny him.

Hermione suppressed the moans that threatened to escape her
for fear of being discovered and tried to match this kiss that was rough and
primal even by Malfoy�s standards. She wrapped her
arms around his waist to steady herself and he was plunging his tongue into her
mouth as if it were sex and if he really did that to
her she wasn�t sure she could survive it. What had come over him? He seemed
almost desperate. He was the one who had suggested waiting a week. Why would he
risk coming to her room if he was going to see her the next day?

She gripped the top of his damp trousers and Draco was
immediately enraged by the existence of clothing. He tore himself away from her
and pulled the rest of his rain-soaked garments from his skin, draping both his
trousers and boxers near the fire. His wand fell out of his pocket and rolled
away towards the bed, but he found it hard to care. His erection had managed to
come to life in spite of the cold and it proclaimed the arousal that had
already been more than evident in the hunger of his kiss.

Hermione�s eyes slid over Malfoy�s
body without shame or embarrassment for the first time. Her nervousness was
receding. She knew he was attracted to her, of course: none of this would have
begun if he hadn�t wanted to sleep with her. But now he wanted her so badly
that he had come to her in her own room, at night, with no prior arrangement.
And that want was in his touch, in his eyes, in his kiss. He wanted her. And that was nothing like
love: Hermione knew that. But it was something.

Draco was drawn back towards her and when their bodies met
he buried his face in her neck, kissing, biting, and sucking at the soft, warm
skin there as his hands deftly unhooked her bra and then slid her little white
knickers down her legs. When he finally looked back into her face again, they
were both standing naked in the firelight.

�You�re shivering,� she whispered as quietly as she could,
her eyes somehow full of concern and desire at the same time.

�I don�t care.� His voice was low and heavy with lust.

Hermione shook her head in exasperated affection and took Malfoy�s hand, leading him over to her four-poster, drawing
back the sheets and heavy blankets and crawling beneath them, leading him in
after her.

The bed was warm and soft and it smelled like her. She was
an arm�s length away from Draco on the other side of the bed, but he was
surrounded by her scent. He could sleep without nightmares in this bed, he
mused. But he already knew that he would be too proud to stay after this was
over. They�d done that once, because it was her first time and it was too
inconvenient not to. But at the end of the day, he had only agreed to fuck her,
not to sleep with her.

Draco rolled over to face her and dragged Granger�s naked
form towards him between the sheets. He had stopped shivering. He grabbed a
fistful of her unmanageable locks and pressed his mouth against hers as he
pulled her body flush with his. He could hear her stifle a moan. He slid his
hand down her back and roughly grabbed one cheek of her perfect ass. She
groaned and he pulled away from the kiss, glaring at her warningly.

�Shh,� he reminded her, turning
down the covers to give himself more freedom of movement. His eyes took in
every detail of her exposed skin as she lay on her side facing him.

She looked at him guiltily as if she were about to
apologize.

�Not a sound,� he whispered against her lips, rubbing his
palm over the flesh he had grabbed so forcefully.

Hermione bit her lip and her eyes squeezed shut. Why
wouldn�t he just let her cast a silencing charm? How did he expect her not to
make any noise when they were about to�?

Malfoy smirked and separated the
sheet from the heavy blankets, dragging it back up over Hermione�s exposed
form. She watched him in anticipation as his hand slid over the fabric to brush
over her nipple. She gasped reflexively, and immediately regretted it. Malfoy pulled his hand away from her chest, tore the sheet down,
and spanked her ass as if she were a naughty child.

The sharp sound of flesh smacking flesh rung out in the room
and Hermione looked over at the door nervously, certain that everyone in the
tower must have heard. What was worse was that the spank had made her want to
moan, and she had had to bite her lip to contain it.

Draco smirked in self-satisfaction as he noted the faint red
mark on her skin by the dim firelight. This was going to be fun. She didn�t
want them to know? Fine. Then it would be her
responsibility to make sure that no one heard them tonight.

Hermione was horrified to realize that the pain of the spank
had combined with her fear being caught and created a very unexpected and
potent source of arousal for her. The space between her naked thighs felt hot
and damp and she pressed her knees together protectively. It wasn�t as if Malfoy hadn�t seen her like this before, but she still felt
ashamed when her body reacted to things like this. It was as if Malfoy already knew she would enjoy them before she herself
did.

Draco stroked a hand down Granger�s back, sliding it gently
over the offended cheek of her ass, soothing the skin apologetically. His
expression, however, was anything but sorry. He gazed at her possessively,
his face a breath away from hers, and dared her to disobey again.

Hermione was growing wetter and wetter with each moment that
Malfoy�s eyes pierced hers. It did not help matters
when he gently pressed her onto her back and slid a hand down her body from her
neck over her stomach and between her legs, which were still pressed together.

Draco shook his head disapprovingly and tapped a finger on
Granger�s thigh, demanding entrance. He smirked when her legs slid apart
obligingly, as if against her own will. He ran his middle finger up from the
bottom of her slit to her hypersensitive clit, flicking over it and forcing
Granger to stifle another moan by biting a corner of the pillow her head was
rested on.

This was maddening! Hermione didn�t know how Malfoy could expect her not to make any noise when he was
touching her like that. He had always encouraged her to let go of her gasps,
moans, and sighs, and sometimes even wanted her to talk while they were having
sex. It was unfair to expect her to stay silent now!

�Malfoy, please,� she whispered as
quietly as she could, praying he would see reason and cast a silencing charm.

Draco removed his hand from her clit and raised it warningly
near her ass. �Shh,� he whispered almost mockingly,
�I thought you didn�t want them to know.�

Hermione squirmed at the loss of his touch and winced at the
tone of his voice. �I don�t, but��

Draco cut her off, still whispering harshly. �Don�t worry: I
don�t want anyone knowing I was here, either,� he sneered, voice cold.

Hermione�s breath caught in her throat at his stinging
words. Why was he so angry with her? �It was your idea to come here��

Granger�s voice was getting dangerously loud, and Draco covered
her mouth with his hand. As much as her insistence on secrecy irked him, this
was one of the worst places for them to be caught together.

�Quiet,� he warned, but his tone was
not as cold as before. �I�ll cast a silencing charm� if you behave.�

Hermione looked up at him inquiringly. His hand still
covered her mouth.

�Be a good girl and hold your tongue,� he softened his words
with a playful smile. When she closed her eyes in submission, he removed his
hand from her mouth and slipped it down her body to trace his finger between
the lips that were glossy with her arousal. �I promise you�ll enjoy this.�

He was insane. It couldn�t be done. Every time he touched
her she wanted to moan his name. Why was he being so insistent about this? Just
to make her suffer? But Hermione�s capacity for rational thought diminished as
she watched Malfoy slide down the bed and settle his
head between her legs.

Draco almost shivered when he was finally face-to-face with
the pussy he had been thinking about virtually nonstop for the past week. Granger
was clean and wet and wanting and her scent was intoxicating. Even the lips of
her pussy were slightly open in anticipation of him. It had been a while since
he�d taken the time to do this for her. Most of their encounters of late had
been rushed and rough. But now there was time.

Hermione gripped the sheets and bit down on the corner of
her pillow as Malfoy�s tongue slid over her from her
opening up to and across her hardened clit. Her hips twitched upward
unconsciously, and she fought the urge to wrap her legs around his neck and
pull him closer to the aching need that was begging to be satisfied by him.

Delicious. Draco smirked as he ran
his tongue again and again up from the hole that he longed to be inside again
to the bundle of nerves that made her entire body shiver when touched. The
strokes of his tongue were slow, teasing. He could feel her legs tremble under
his hands, which were braced gently on her thighs. He glanced up at her and
felt himself grow harder against the blankets when he saw her face: eyes
squeezed shut in pleasure, teeth biting into the corner of her pillow to keep
from moaning.

Draco... yes� good�
Oh, Draco� more� The words wanted to escape so badly, along with a stream
of noises that would be barely recognizable as her own.
But she couldn�t let them out. Either her housemates would hear, or he would
punish her and they would hear that. She had to hold on so he would cast a
silencing charm. So she stifled her cries. She practically suffocated herself
in the pillow. She was shaking all over, both from pleasure and from the effort
it took to control herself. His tongue slid over her clit again and again. It
felt so good. So good�

What Draco wouldn�t have given to know what she was thinking
as his hands gripped her thighs more roughly now, speeding up the pace of his
tongue slightly. She was squirming, sometimes practically thrashing, but she
kept her face hidden against the corner of the pillow, and all he could hear
from her was labored breathing through her nose. Slowly, he removed one hand
from her thigh, and slid his index finger in a circle around her drenched
opening. Her hips jerked. He slid the tip of his finger into her gently and
continued to lap at her clit.

Hermione didn�t know how much more she could take. God, Draco� Your tongue feels so good� Oh
yes, touch me! � I promise I�ll be good, just don�t stop! Even if she were
allowed to speak now, those were words Hermione might not have had the courage
to give voice to. But she urged him on mentally, hoping he could sense her
urgency, how good he made her feel. It was like a dream. She was lying in her
own bed, in her own room, and Draco Malfoy was about
to make her come with his tongue. And he wouldn�t even let her cry out his
name!

Draco smirked inwardly as he sensed her orgasm approaching.
This would be worth the wait. He slid his finger completely inside her and
began to stroke her gently from the inside in time with his tongue. He didn�t
want to overwhelm her� yet. She squirmed impatiently in confusion as he pulled
away for a moment, his finger still inside her and now curling against the spot
that would�ve made her gasp had she been allowed to make a sound. He reached
down to grab his wand from the floor by the bed and returned to his position between
her legs, looking up at her expectantly until she returned his gaze.

Why was he leaving her clit alone? Hermione was very
frustrated because she was so close and if he didn�t do something about it now,
her sensitivity might recede. She wanted so badly to come. His finger inside
her felt good, and her legs quaked every time it grazed that spot that she
couldn�t seem to get at properly by herself. She looked down at Malfoy, and he was holding his wand. What was he doing? And
then his mouth was back on her clit and his tongue was stroking over it while
his finger stroked inside of her relentlessly and it was so hard, so very hard
to stay quiet. Oh, Draco, it�s good, so
good, don�t stop, don�t ever stop, I love it when you touch-me-lick-me-fuck-me,
love your hands-mouth-cock, love every part of you, love you, Draco, please
make me come, Draco, please�

She was breathing so hard. He thought she might drown in the
effort of holding herself back. She was so close. So he moved his mouth away
from her irresistible pussy for one brief moment, looked up at her and jabbed
his wand toward the ceiling while saying, �Silencio,� before dipping his
head back down and running his tongue determinedly over Granger�s clit as his
finger continued to work inside her.

Please, Draco, make me
come, it feels so good, please� Hermione could hardly believe her eyes or
ears when Draco finally cast the silencing charm, and comprehension dawned on
her just in time as the beginnings of her orgasm washed over her. She gasped
and shook, her fingers gripping the sheets. Yes,
Draco, yes, yes, thank you, yes� �Draco!�

Draco was filled with self-satisfaction and he lapped at
Granger�s pussy for a few more moments as her orgasm rushed through her. As she
finally relaxed a bit and began to tremble less, she murmured his name over and
over again almost reverently, seemingly in a daze. Draco was a bit unsettled,
but he had to admit that the sound of his name spilling from her lips as she
came had been incredibly sexy. The fact that he still wasn�t used to her
calling him by his first name made the whole thing seem even more forbidden. Maybe
he�d like to hear it a bit more, as long as no one else was around.

Hermione watched hazily as Malfoy
pulled away from her slightly, sat up, and licked his lips. His eyes were so
dark they looked black and the fringe of his hair fell in his face. He looked� hungry. Hermione thought she had never
seen anything so dangerously beautiful in her life.

�Roll over,� ordered this dark Draco as his eyes met hers in
a challenge. There had always been a battle between them, and he was determined
not to show weakness now. He wasn�t going to let her control him, no matter how
badly he wanted her. This was still on his terms.

*****

A/N: An update! Finally! Thank you all for waiting so
patiently. Real life has been a bit hectic, and for some reason it often takes
me longer to write smut than it does to write regular material. I know this
chapter ends on a cliffhanger, and there�s a good reason for that: this chapter
is the first half of a gigantic scene that wouldn�t all fit in chapter twelve. That
means that chapter thirteen is almost done (I hope), and will be sent off to my
beta and then posted ASAP. So hopefully you won�t have to wait nearly so long
for an update this time!

paigeey07�Lol, thanks!

kazfeist�Definite chinks! I hope they become more apparent (in a
good way, of course) as the story goes on. Thanks!

Dreamweaver�I�m such an idiot! I accidentally just deleted
your review after writing out my response to it! Ugh, I hate AFF.net sometimes.
There�s no confirmation page or anything! Stupid mouse slipped. Grr. I�m sorry. Anyway. Yeah,
Draco really is snarkier than ought to be allowed. I think he�s definitely
losing a bit of his control, though it may be while
before Hermione can work up the courage to fight/play back. And I think you�re
right: it�s going to take Draco a while to realize that it�s not just her body
he wants now. Yeah, I adore Ginny. So what do you think? Still want more? ;-)

DracosSlave�Thanks! Yeah, who
doesn�t want to be Hermione? I�m glad you like the development of the
relationship, and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

cristina�Welcome! Thank you very much for complimenting my fic! I�m glad you like it, and I hope you continue to like
it since there�s a lot more still to come! :)
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