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The Secret of the Dragon	By : GrangerDanger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco said nothing as she slowly padded further into his room. He knew that he should tell her to get out --to go away -- for her own good, but he just couldn't. The loneliness they both experienced on a daily basis was undeniable. He'd always told her how much better he was than her; he'd always told himself how much better he was than her, but, in this moment, his defenses had fallen along with his sense of self-worth. Draco felt as though he must be the most miserable wizard in existence. Worse than even his parents, who, though they sat in Azkaban, would never feel regret for their actions. It was crushing -- the guilt --the screams of the past. He even regretted things that he'd only witnessed, though he knew he could have never stopped them.

The witch perched on the foot of the bed next to him, placing her hand tenderly on his forearm. She simply sat like that for the longest time, and Draco felt relief at being allowed to compose himself. Why she sought his company, he wasn't sure, but perhaps he had been wrong. Maybe he could someday earn forgiveness, though he knew it would be a long, weary path.

"One would think that you wouldn't wander into a snake pit again so suddenly", Draco whispered.

"But this snake I'm more familiar with", Hermione quietly replied, "I believe it to be nonvenomous."

"Don't be so certain. Here you are...in my bed...vulnerable...easy prey."

At that, she pursed her lips, clearly in thought, as she began rubbing small circles on his arm with her thumb.

"Why must you always attempt to be so vicious?"

"Because I am."

"No."

"I'll show you," he sneered.

He was torn between wanting to keep her in his bed, and sending her running down the corridors. It would be selfish to lead her to believe he had anything good to offer her. He was no good -- he knew it -- yet, his loneliness throughout the years had nearly pushed him over the edge. She could temper the sting of it, but he would ruin her life. Draco quickly pulled his wand from his robes, and wordlessly produced a rope from the end that ensnared Hermione's hands. He tossed her on the bed, fixing the rope to the headboard.

"Do you know how many witches I've bound as you are now?"

Hermione stared at him wordlessly. She felt an overwhelming sense of calm; she knew that he wouldn't rape her, otherwise why had he saved her from such a fate.

Unless he wanted you for himself.

No, she knew that wasn't the case. He could have taken advantage of her at any time if he was going to, especially when he saw her in the--

"Why were you watching me in the bath," she questioned boldly.

"Wh-- what?"

"You said that you were watching me in the bath when you began to believe I was interested in him."

"Merlin's balls, Granger, I guess I got distracted", he bit sarcastically.

"If you were going to take me, you could have --would have-- done it there," she reasoned.

Damn.

She did have a point, he had to admit. No wonder the witch looked so calm.

"And what of the other witches that you tied such as this?"

"Well, I suppose since you aren't frightened at all, witch, I can reveal to you that I never said they didn't like it."

He noticed the pink that tinged her cheeks as he kneeled over her, where he had remained since tying her. Warmth was radiating from her body and it had been so long since he'd felt a woman's heat against him. Draco ran his hand down the length of her arm as she looked at him questioningly.

Suddenly, he stood, as if she had burned him, producing his wand and unbinding her wrists.

"Get out," he said softly.

When Hermione simply sat there, he repeated himself more forcefully, "Get. Out.", but still she didn't move an inch.

Hermione's golden eyes only stared up at him, as he unraveled before her.

"If you don't leave now, I wont stop myself. Don't you get it?! Surely the brightest witch of her age must know that to be with me tonight would be disaster for her --a nightmare even."

The words hurt, even as he said them, but he believed them to be true. He was not good for her --for anyone. Draco could not handle ruining one more life and wasn't sure that he would ever be able to care for a person the way other men could.

All of a sudden, lips passionately crashed into his as small, delicate hands cupped his face, and Draco's thoughts dissolved. He groaned as he felt the familiar pull at his groin, and returned the kiss hungrily. He pushed Hermione gently onto the bed, positioning himself above her. He was gone -- his hunger insatiable. There was no return. His hands pulled at her robes, leaving her in her small grey skirt and sweater. The little witch must have removed her shoes earlier, he mused.

Draco broke the kiss and began to suck gently on her neck as he caressed the skin of her waist. She whimpered in response, and, encouraged, Draco pulled at the hem of the soft, cotton sweatshirt, tugging it over her head. He looked down, taking in the sight before him. Her pert, round breasts sat exposed, waiting for his attention. Draco took her small, rose colored nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She began to moan, making him long to be inside her.

Soon, came a voice in his mind.

Draco briefly kneaded at her other breast before slipping his hand beneath her skirt and removing her small, pink, lace knickers. He circled her core with his middle finger, collecting her wetness, before bringing his attention to her tiny little nub. As soon as he began rubbing it, Hermione lost all inhibitions. She began writhing and moaning beneath him as if she had never felt such pleasure.

Lifting her skirt, Draco abandoned her nipple to which she gave a small huff of protest. Ignoring her, he positioned himself between her legs and began gently sucking the her little clit until he was sure she was about to go over the edge. Kissing his way up her toned stomach, Draco reached her ear, nibbling for a moment.

"Are you a virgin?", he whispered, his cock twitching at the thought.

"Yes", she sighed softly.

"It's mine."

"Yes..yes..", she whimpered.

Draco positioned two fingers at her entrance.

"You're so wet, witch," he said sliding his fingers into her tight center.

He worked his fingers in and out of her as he kissed her passionately, his tongue toying with hers. Not able to take the wait anymore, he removed his fingers and began undoing his belt and trousers. He quickly kicked them off, along with his underwear and pulled his shirt quickly over his head. He looked to the young witch in his bed, who was staring at his proud erection intensely.

"It will hurt at first," he whispered huskily, "but soon you will love this cock", he finished with a smirk.

Hermione watched him position himself at her entrance. He was huge, she thought. She'd seen only a couple before, but never so erect. She felt a stinging burn as he pushed into her slowly, allowing her to adjust to the size of him. She was surprised at how gentle he was being with her. Draco began thrusting into her slowly, and within a few moments, the burning pain had subsided as the pleasure set in. He moved with his body close to hers, his pelvis grinding into her clit.

Draco gritted his teeth as he moved inside her, her warmth and tightness threatening to send him over the edge. He could tell that her pain had subsided when she started moaning softly and pulling him closer to her. She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to move faster --to give her more. Still thrusting, he encircled her nipple with his hot mouth, teasing with his tongue. Hermione saw white, falling into blissful oblivion as her body convulsed around him. With one final, hard thrust, Draco spilled his seed deep inside her, releasing a guttural growl.

He lay on top of her, breathing deeply for a moment, before rolling to her side. She turned to face him a moment later, placing her head softly on his shoulder as they both fell asleep, exhausted.
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