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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dreaming of Silver

Hermione slipped into bed, and rolled, snuggling up to Ron, enjoying the heat of his torso. He smelled familiar, felt routine. He was normal. His arm wrapped around her shoulders easily, forgetting his earlier annoyance with her for not talking to him. She drifted easily to sleep in his arms, feeling relaxed for the first time that week.
-Hermione could feel the slight tug at her scalp of her hair being brushed, the gentle pull and release of the act soothing her nearly into napping. She hummed appreciatively, and tilted her head back, offering more of her head to the relaxing hands. The brush was gone, and it was just fingers combing through her hair, rubbing her scalp, massaging her neck.
“That’s wonderful…” She breathed, leaning her head forward again, so the hands could move to her shoulders, and back. Ron almost never did this unless he was feeling randy, and the memory of him moving lower and lower until he was touching her intimately made her squirm with anticipation. She repositioned herself, lying forward, so he could more easily reach the places she knew he would eventually descend to. His hands inched further down her back, rubbing slow circles, and splaying across her bottom.
The fingers gripped more tightly, squeezing the soft flesh of her rear, and rubbing it slightly upward. Skimming touches trailed from her bum to her thighs, slowly edging closer to her sex, dancing around their goal, building a knot of tension within her stomach. She licked her lips, an enthusiastic heat rushing through her veins.
A tight grip on her waist pulled her to roll her on her back, revealing her front to her partner. She stared up into grey eyes as soft hands skimmed over her belly and ribs.
“Malfoy?” She asked surprised, taking in his smiling face, his disheveled platinum hair.
“What do you want, Granger. I’ll do anything for you.” He murmured, taking her hands, and pulling her up to sit on his lap as he leaned back. He relaxed against the stairs of his bath, and she straddled him, feeling an unbearable heat inside her, a painful ache in her nethers, demanding attention.
She slid onto him without another thought, thinking only of relieving the pain, and pressure. A momentary reprieve was all she got as he entered her, before the heat came back, encouraging her to move, to seek pleasure. She couldn’t think, but she could see his enjoyment, and moved more, encouraged by his gratification. She could feel him filling her, the pressure countering the needy press of lust. She moaned softly, and rocked on him, needing release. His hand found her center, and stroked her to completion, making her groan with the orgasm, and temporary relief from the burning hell of need. As soon as the swell of orgasm had passed, the fervor returned, urgently guiding her to keep bucking, and using him to please herself. He kept rubbing her, bringing her back to the brink, and forcing her over, giving her a few more moments of succor, before she was on fire once more, trying desperately to ease the flames.-
Hermione woke with a start, her breathing ragged, and her thighs squeezing together to relieve the pressure the dream had left her with.
“Alright?” Ron asked sleepily, squeezing her slightly as he looked down at her panting face.
“Yeah…” She gasped, shifting uncomfortably. It was a nightmare. She shouldn’t be aroused. She could almost feel him still inside her, practically see his eyes watching her with their own silver fire. Hermione shifted again, trying to alleviate the need that had blindsided her.
Ron’s hand rubbed gently at her back, trying to soothe her to sleep, and Hermione felt it building the desire within her in tiny increments. She slid her hand slowly down his chest, snaking it toward his pants, deciding to try the one sure way she knew to try and get rid of the craving.
Her fingers slid over his crotch, and Ron groaned, squeezing her tightly against him. She felt the pressing bulge of him becoming erect, and slid her fingers under his waistband, softly stroking the velvety shaft.
“Mmm…” Ron groaned, tilting his hips into the motion, his teeth scraping against his bottom lip as Hermione worked him up. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him delicately, and letting her fingertips caress the head of his cock. He kissed her back, both of his hands finding her waist, and rolling her slowly to her back, taking charge of the situation, and tugging at the hem of her nightshirt. Hermione let it slide over her head, and gave a soft gasp as Ron kissed his way down her front, suckling briefly on her breasts, and moving his hands to pull his own shirt off, baring his pink chest to the sparse moonlight that filtered through the window.
Hermione leaned up and placed a few kisses along his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his back, and pushing at the band of his own pants, sliding them down, and waiting for him to finish kicking them off. His skin against hers was comfortable, the smell of his hair as he slid her underpants off was familiar. He settled his naked body between her bare thighs, kissing her ardently, massaging one of her breasts with one hand, and supporting his weight with the other. His fingers grazed down her torso, and lifted from her, gripping himself to guide his erection to her blazing core, his lips locked with hers as he slid home.
Hermione moaned as he entered her, feeling sweet relief as he began thrusting smoothly, his hand returning to fondle her chest. She whimpered needily as he made love to her, gentle and caring in his ministrations. She felt a familiar pressure building inside her, and her visions of her dream floated through her mind, worrying her for a moment that the potion Bellatrix had forced on her was coming back to haunt her, going to make her go insane with lust again, but the burning of the aphrodisiac never came, and she relaxed, trying to put all thoughts of Malfoy Manor from her brain, and enjoy Ron’s loving embrace.
His thrusts got deeper, more erratic, and her whole body tingled, enjoying the zeal with which he participated, She could feel her own climax approaching, and slid a hand between their bodies, helping it along to a gasping, shuddering finish. Ron kissed his way down her neck as she gulped in air, his lips leaving a trail of prickling heat as his arms curled around her, holding her as close as possible as he drove to his own orgasm, whispering his love into her ear.
He rolled to the side, hands sliding across her sweaty stomach, and snuggled her body to his, breathing deeply. Hermione shifted uncomfortably, not quite satisfied despite her orgasm. Her arms were still tingling with the need for more, her muscles tense, waiting for some finale that she couldn’t quite describe. Ron was already falling asleep, unaware of her twitchy nerves, and unfulfilled longing. Hermione closed her eyes, trying to ignore the ache in her chest which called for more. More intimacy, more vigor, more pleasure. It was an uncomfortable reminder of how she’d needed more in her dream, hadn’t been able to resist until the potion wore off.
She rolled to her side, pressing her back into Ron’s front, determined to fall asleep, and not give in to the desire to wake Ron back up. She wasn’t on some stupid potion, and she would control herself, because she could.
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