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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi Guys,
Sorry for not posting sooner! I know how much it sucks waiting for a chapter for so long (especially a lemon-infused one!) but I had some trouble writing it and was looking for some beta-help, unsuccessfully :-( Really getting tough working on this alone, would appreciate any beta help (even just double-checking for typo's would be awesome - so give me a head's up if you're interested - email info on my profile to contact me or PM me on Fan Fiction dot net, same username).
Anyways, hope you enjoy the lemons ;-)
KS
Chapter 13: Draco’s room
Never letting go of her hand, Draco led Hermione away from the great hall and through various corridors in the castle. They walked together in silence. Every now and then, they would look at each other; almost bashfully, as if to check if the other was real and actually there. Even though they were connected. Draco came to realize just how good Hermione’s hand felt in his. It was small and seemed to fit perfectly into his larger hand. Hermione revelled in how wonderful the soft stroking of his thumb against her palm was, and she was amazed at how such a simple touch could send tingling waves up her arm coursing through her whole body. His piercing silver gaze made her melt as they made their way to Draco’s mysterious destination.
She had no idea where they were headed. Many ideas came to mind; the room of requirement, but no, we should have turned left, the greenhouse, not ideal considering it was covered under three feet of snow, and soon enough she realized they were heading down, surely towards the Slytherin dormitories. She worried her lower lip at that thought, not quite sure if she was that interested in discovering the place…She was very much interested in the Slytherin whom she currently was in company of, however the sentiment didn’t extend to the other members of his house. Just before reaching the entry to said dormitories, Draco took a left to a small spiralling staircase that went up for almost two stories. They arrived in front of what seemed to be an old school portrait of about twenty teachers. Hermione thought she noticed a younger Dumbledore, and her suspicions were confirmed when the wizard winked in her direction.
“Les nouveaux débuts” Draco said to the portrait in perfect French.
The door behind the portrait clicked open. He looked at Hermione, who whispered:
“New beginnings…”. Draco smiled at her and pushed the door open.
He stepped to the side letting go of her hand for the first time and with a simple gesture showed her through first. Hermione wasn’t used to being around such a gentlemen. She tried to recall a point and time Ron or Harry opened a door for her, and couldn’t. As her gaze adjusted to the dimly lit room, her mind quickly returned to the wizard next to her. He said nothing as Hermione took in the room.
It was fairly the same size as her dorm room, only, there weren’t five beds but just one. It was slightly larger and was up a couple of steps near a horizontally placed window, showing off the beautiful view of the lakeside just above the water. There was a desk covered in letters and scrolls on one side of the roaring fireplace. A small couch was in the corner near a bookshelf that covered the whole wall and without realizing, Hermione, went straight to the books.
Draco’s eyes followed her every movement as he closed the door behind him. He smiled as he saw where she headed first.
“Welcome to my room.”
Hermione turned her attention away from the bookshelf slightly, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Your room? How is it you have your own room?” she said, her tone full of jealousy.
“Well,” he said, as he pulled his tie off and started folding it “turns out helping rebuild the castle has it’s advantages.”
Of course, a Slytherin would know how to take advantage of this kind of situation, Hermione thought to herself.
“This side of the school was completely ruined and Professor McGonagall agreed when I asked if I could make some modifications.” Draco added.
He started walking up the steps towards his bed as he took his formal jacket off. With that, he put his jacket on a hanger and sat on his bed. There was a bottle of firewhiskey on his nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a glass. He poured and observed Hermione who seemed unable to rip her eyes from his bookshelf.
“Hermione…” he called her name.
“Mmm?” she hummed. He could tell she was too captivated by the show of books and wasn’t listening. Indeed, Hermione’s eyes went from one book to the next: Hogwarts: A History (Limited Edition), The Structural Foundations of Wizarding Schools before the 1900s, Building: The Wizarding Way, Rebuilding and Replacing old Enchantments on Magical and Non-Magical Structures. There were so many books that Hermione had never gotten her hands on, her fingers were itching to reach out and have a closer look at one. But then, a deep sexy voice came from behind her, reminding her of another itch she came to attend to with a certain someone.
“Am I going to have to come down there and get you?” Draco said menacingly.
At that, Hermione’s head jerked swiftly in his direction and a playful smile etched itself across her face. Her confidence was on an all time high, partly thanks to the alcohol she had had that evening, but mostly because of the way Draco Malfoy had been looking at her all evening long. His stare was hungry with desire and by the way his gaze never left her own, she knew it wasn’t only her body he was craving for. It was all of her. She didn’t really understand how, but she knew it.
She turned towards him and started walking up the steps leisurely as he extended the glass to her. Just as she reached the last step Draco couldn’t help but recognize her foot wobble and she winced slightly. He looked down at her feet and enough, her ankles seemed quite red. Her shoes, albeit gorgeous and complimenting her outfit perfectly, seemed quite painful, even though Hermione was doing a brilliant job in not letting it show. Without skipping a beat, she leaned down to kiss Draco who was sitting on the bed. He tilted his head up to meet her lips for a slow and sensual kiss. Hermione tasted the fresh heat of firewhiskey on his tongue and caressed it with her own. To her surprise, as she had begun lowering herself to straddle him, Draco turned her so that now they switched places. He ended the kiss as he got down on a knee before her feet.
“Allow me.” he said to a very startled looking Hermione.
“What are you-” she started saying as Draco took her left shoe in hand and unclasped the band around her ankle. He gently slid the shoe off and he started to softly massage the sole of her foot.
“Mmmmmmmm” Hermione moaned loudly. “That. Feels. Amazing.” Draco raised an eyebrow at her sensual tone and a devilish smile appeared on his face.
Enthralled by her moans and sighs, he then repeated his actions with her other foot. He applied pressure in just the right places as he went from one foot to the other. Hermione stared at the beautiful man in front of her; such a powerful figure, on his knee, tending to her sore feet. It was something she would never have expected from him and was so refreshing. It was such a simple thing to do, but why was it that when Draco did it, it became so intensly erotic and enjoyable. Hermione set her drink on the nightstand and let herself fall fully onto the bed to enjoy his ministrations to the fullest. She closed her eyes and whimpered, basking in the pleasure this midnight foot massage was giving her. She was more than slightly tipsy, and didn’t seem to care much for acting proper or so on and she probably didn’t realize just how much her vocals were affecting the man at her feet.
Draco continued rubbing her feet but helped himself to an eyeful and an earful. From her pretty little feet, left off a pair of gorgeous toned legs he had already caught a glimpse of on that fateful Halloween night a couple of months ago at the library. As his eyes trailed up, he noticed that, by lying down on her back, Hermione’s dress had etched itself up slightly and he could just make out a flash of red lace from underneath her skirt. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his hands at her feet. Slowly, he lift one of her soft legs slightly and kissed the inside of her ankle. Seeing as her moans and groans were growing in intensity he continued making his way upwards pressing his lips to the silk-like skin of her leg. He kept laying soft kisses to the melodious sounds of her breathing and once he made it to her knee he switched to her other leg starting off at her ankle once again. At that, he noticed a change in the sounds she was making; almost as if she were disappointed that he was again at her ankle. He smiled knowingly and took his time making his way up, enthralled by the impatient sounds coming from the witch on his bed. Soon enough he was at her other knee. Only this time, he didn’t go back down but gently pushed it away from the other, as he eased himself in between and started making his way up with his lips. Hermione’s sighs became softer and more timid. Draco suspected that this was unknown territory for her so he went oh so slowly making sure he wouldn’t make her feel uncomfortable. As he kissed one of her thighs, he rubbed the other, massaging it sensually. As he made his way higher and higher he pushed the dress upwards until her red lace underwear was in full view. He grinned at the view and then, without hesitation, kissed her directly on top of her underwear.
She gasped and looked down at him. His touch and kisses felt amazing and she didn’t want them to stop. She was surprised though, as she hadn’t realized just how high she had reached. Not that she was complaining, seeing how good his touch felt, she couldn’t help but desperately want it as close to her core as possible. And his kisses. They were warm, gentle, yet so demanding in a certain way. The way his ministrations made her feel was simply out of this world. She felt herself grow wetter by the minute with his most recent kiss. She was about to say something at he reached up and gave her a slight push between her breasts encouraging her to lay back down.
“Relax, Hermione.” Draco breathed in a deep husky voice as his breath tickled her nether regions. He nudged her gently with his nose and started kissing the side of her knickers as she bucked her hips instinctively. The moaning intensified and he felt her start breathing more rapidly. Ever so gently he pushed the offending piece of clothing away from her damp core, making it disappear with a bit of wandless magic, and connected his mouth with her lips. First with just a kiss. Hermione was coming undone to his mouth and was getting louder and louder. He was pleased to have thought of enlacing his door with a built-in silencing charm. One of his better ideas, one of which he prided himself, particularly in this moment. Not that he minded her being quite vocal, au contraire, but he was quite possessive and any noise she made at this moment was for his ears only. Then, as he felt Hermione pant hard he plunged his tongue into her folds and moved in in a way that had her screaming his name.
“Draco, fuck, yes!” she gasped raspingly. And as he continued, she went on as well: “Oh my, Merlin, oh yeah, like that. Dracooo…” she wailed.
Draco had started rubbing her clit with one hand as he worked his tongue faster and faster. He could already see the telltale tremors that only came from approaching climaxes. She grabbed at his hair and pulled at it lightly.
He was loving this. It clearly seemed like a first to her, having a man go down on her, but never did Draco imagine that she’d be immediately so into it. Often times, women were a bit uneasy at first but not Hermione, no. Before he knew it, she was resting her legs on his shoulders and bucking up to his movements whilst saying his name in between gasps and curses of all sorts. Just as she was on the verge of reaching her climax, Draco inserted a finger in her and pushed it against her g-spot.
“Say it” he breathed against her damp skin.
“Draco!” she was screaming out in pleasure.
A new sense of pride came upon him, without her telling him, Draco was pretty sure this was the first time she came at the mouth and hands of a man. He continued his ministrations, letting her enjoy her climax to it’s fullest. Then, slowly, as her breathing returned to its normal rhythm, Draco crawled back up to reach her face.
“Ok there, Hermione?” he breathed with a grin.
“Mmmm, yesss.” she replied as she opened her eyes and turned towards him looking thoroughly satisfied. The look she was giving him was still full of desire. She was just getting started. She rolled towards him and reached up for a kiss. Without having their lips disconnect, Hermione wiggled out of his arms and stood next to the bed. Draco stared at her, utter surprised at why she would even climb out of the bed. He had finally got her there! She turned her back to him and said:
“Unbutton me, would you?”
Draco smiled and slowly undid the button at the back of her neck letting the top of the dress fall, but before he was able to place more than a kiss on her back she turned back around to face him as she slowly slid the dress off. Draco couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was wearing nothing and was utterly beautiful. Draco wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He reached out to grab her by the waist and in one swift motion she was back in his arms. As he was still sitting on the bed and she was standing, he was facing her breasts and seemed completely hypnotized by them. He slowly kissed the first whilst his hand gently tantalized the other with just a whisper of a touch. But as soon as he flicked his tongue at her nipple she let out a moan that lit a spark in him so that he fully cupped her breasts with one hand. Meanwhile, he pulled her towards him, so he could take more of her other breast in his warm mouth. Hermione’s head fell back as she moaned softly.
“Draco” she finally managed to say, and as she looked down to him, he looked up at her.
“Your clothes” she whispered.
“My clothes?” he asked completely dumbstruck.
Hermione chuckled:
“Take them off.” she said articulating slowly as if he was only just learning the English language.
He looked up at her as a smile came to his lips as well. He started unbuttoning his shirt and stood up in front of her to pull it off fully. He leaned down to kiss her in doing so. She put her hands on his torso, feeling the firm muscles beneath them. As he unbuckled his belt her hands dipped down and unzipped his fly and helped him push his pants down. Slowly she tilted her head to her side and started kissing a trail down his neck. His torso. Passed his navel. And down. Draco passed both his hands in his hair as he looked down at her. Was she really…?
Hermione knelt down in front of him and pulled down his boxer briefs. His huge cock sprang out and she immediately grabbed it, giving it a first tentative stroke. The groan that came from Draco encouraged her to continue. She looked up at him as she kissed the tip. Draco took one of his hands out of his hair down to Hermione and softly caressed her cheek. She started to smile before she took him fully in her mouth and slowly closed her lips around his base. She then started gliding her mouth up and down his shaft. His initial moaning became a lot louder.
“Hermione” he said with an uncontrolled growl.
As if calling out her name had been a question she replied with a “Mmmmhmmmm?” with his cock still deep in her mouth, having him relish in the intense feeling the humming sound felt around him.
“Merlin, Hermione, please-”
She finished sucking to the tip and looked up at him,
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Let me fuck you.” He answered, as he reached down to her to help her to her feet. If possible, Hermione was even more aroused at his words. She loved the husky tone his voice took as he spoke to her so desperately. It was just what she needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth enthusiastically. She felt his tongue invade her mouth as it gained dominance over the kiss. Before she knew what was happening, Draco had grabbed her by the ass and swiftly trailed his hands down to her thighs to pick her up and the next thing she new her back was colliding with the wall behind her and Draco was positioning himself at her entry.
“Mmmmyes.” she said as she tried to sink down onto him. He held her up and just as she was about to protest he slowly eased himself into her. They both let out long irrepressible cries of ecstasy before they locked mouths again. Draco started thrusting in her and ripped his mouth from hers just long enough to say,
“You. Are. My. Goddess. ”
Hermione eyes grew wide as she gazed into his. Those were the words he’d said to her in her dream! She leaned in and kissed him feverishly before letting her head fall back against the wall behind her basking in the intensely wonderful feeling of him inside her.
Draco could feel her tensing up and before he knew it he was feeling the beginning of his own climax. She was so tight, and he was beyond aroused. He turned around and lay her on the bed as he held himself up on top of her with his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and soon, as he felt his climax approach, his thrusting became less controlled, harder and more erratic. Finally, he came with a roar just as she had before. His deep voice had her on the verge of a second orgasm and with his final thrusts she was able to reach it.
He slowly shifted off her, not before kissing her one last time, and then collapsing onto the bed.
“Amazing.” He said between two pants. He looked at her, exhausted, his eyes full of the emotion of happiness. It was something, she had never seen, to this extent in him, before.
“I couldn’t agree more.” She replied still out of breath.
She smiled as she felt his arm snake around her and pull her to him in a spooning position. She turned to look at him and found that she had never seen him looking so sexy. With his hair all over the place and his cheeks a glowing colour, he looked tired but at the same time the way he was looking at her and smiling was enough to make her melt. Or fall for him. Hard. She smiled back as he kissed her shoulder and with a bit of wandless magic summoned a cover over the pair of them.
“Stay the night?” he said sleepily.
She nodded and leaned into him for a last kiss before he closed his eyes with a silly grin on his face.
“By the way,” Draco mumbled as he nuzzled her neck. Hermione hadn’t pictured him as the cuddling type.
“Yes?” she replied.
“Nice dress.” Draco said pointing at her dress messily splayed on the floor in front of the bed.
Hermione giggled, remembering his line in the library during one of their first encounters this past school year, as she felt him smile behind her.
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KS
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