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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70654 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Draco Apparated Hermione directly into his bedroom suite. The windows were open to let in the cool evening air. A quick incantation lit the lamps in the room.

Hermione felt unusually shy with Draco. They’d slept together many times, but there was something different about doing this in his bedroom, in his family’s home, after they had been on a legitimate date. She supposed she wanted sex to be something they worked up to, not something expected just because they’d done it before. Not that she was opposed to doing other things.

“Um, Draco, can I talk to you about something?” Hermione fidgeted with her purse.

He sat on the bed and patted the space next to him.

Hermione sat and faced him. “Can we take this slower? I want us to get to know each other better.”

Truth be told, Draco was disappointed, but her feelings were not unexpected. He knew she didn’t totally trust him and their date had been fairly uncomfortable after the witch approached him at the Leaky Cauldron. But, damn it, he was a Slytherin which meant he was resourceful. Hermione would leave this room with weak knees and a satisfied body.

“Will you let me do other things to you?” Draco murmured, kissing her brow.

Hermione loved the way Draco smelled: his skin, his hair, his breath. He wore a light cologne, but his natural musky scent was an incredible aphrodisiac to her.

“Yes,” she said breathily. Draco’s fingers lightly stroked the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders. His mouth grazed her cheekbones and jaw.

Hermione turned her head to allow their lips to meet. She adored kissing Draco. His kisses were always demanding and forced her to focus on him. For someone always focused on multiple ideas at once, it was a telling experience to narrow her thoughts on one person.

Hermione opened herself to Draco, allowing his tongue entrance. He stroked her mouth provocatively. His hands ghosted over her breasts, causing her to gasp and break their kiss.

“Did I strip your clothes off in your dreams?” Draco whispered into her ear, his breath making her shiver. Hermione nodded. She stood and let him unzip her dress. The dress she wore didn’t necessitate a bra, so she only wore sheer pink knickers.

Draco spread his legs. “I’ll unbuckle your shoes.” Hermione lifted a foot to the space between his legs, allowing Draco a view of her barely covered slit. He took his time with her foot, removing her shoe and massaging her calf. Hermione switched feet and he gave her other leg the same treatment.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Hermione murmured as he finished kneading her calf.

“Lay on the bed, on your stomach,” Draco said, kicking off his shoes and rolling up his sleeves.

Hermione followed his order, making herself comfortable on the bed she had become acquainted with the previous month. She noticed the plush bedding was different. She fluffed a pillow and laid on the cool comforter in the center of the bed.

Draco came back from the loo with towels and a bottle of massage oil. He kneeled on the bed next to her. He used his wand to warm the oil and dribbled some over her back.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing, so tell me if something hurts.”

“Okay, Malfoy.” Hermione relaxed her body as his hands began to journey up and down her back.

Her skin was warm and smooth and Draco liked that he got to study her body with time. They’d never had the opportunity to explore like he wanted to. Massaging Hermione was one of his fantasies. He could imagine all kinds of filthy things he could do to her with warm oil and their naked bodies.

He stroked her shoulders and neck. She moaned when his fingers lightly scraped her scalp. Draco took his time, enjoying her little moans and exhalations. He should have guessed the skin that housed her brilliant brain would be an erogenous zone. With a kiss to the back of her neck, Draco moved his attention to her arms.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Merlin, yes. If you keep this up, I’ll do anything you want.”

Draco laughed, but kept rubbing her arms. He sat cross-legged and manipulated her hands, noticing how delicate and long her fingers were. As he massaged her, Draco noticed his energy center on Hermione and her needs. He was content to stroke her with care. With love. He let his mind wander. Gods, did I really tell her that we love each other? She didn’t say she didn’t love me, so can I conclude she does love me?

“Can I take these off?” Draco asked, fingering the delicate fabric of Hermione’s knickers. Hermione lifted her hips slightly to allow him to pull off the piece in question.

Warm oil was dripped onto her round cheeks, then Draco used a firm touch to knead her arse.

“Next time I fuck you, I’m going to spank you.” A finger lightly traced the seam of her globes to the swollen lips of her cleft. Hermione groaned into the pillow. His light touch on her wet labia was making her crazy. His finger found her stiff clitoris and caressed her until Hermione was mewling in desperation.

“Turn over, love,” he whispered into her ear. “Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

She looked like a goddess in the low light of his bedroom. Her skin was flushed and her lips were puffy. He licked his lips at the buffet of her body presented before him. Hermione’s dark eyes glittered in anticipation.

“Oh, gods, Draco, use your mouth,” she whimpered.

Draco straddled her body and lowered his face to kiss her. Hermione wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him close. She bit at his bottom lip, then used her tongue to soothe his reddened mouth. The way she took his passion and reciprocated it was one of the reasons Draco craved Hermione. Tonight he wanted to please her, but he knew she’d never be happy to be the sole recipient of pleasure in their relationship. He’d received so much pleasure from her in the past. Gods, what had I been thinking to let her think I wanted anyone else?

His mouth pressed hot, rough kisses along her neck down to her responsive tits. He sucked an erect nipple into his mouth and fondled the other bud with his hand. Hermione arched into his touch, moaning. He moved his mouth to the other nipple sucking it hard. She gasped.

“I could come from that,” she said, writhing against the weight of his body atop her.

Draco looked up at her face, her mouth slightly open. “I want you to come with my tongue on your wet cunny.” He lightly bit her nipple before continuing his way down her body.

She spread her legs for him and he laid between her spread thighs, his face level with her most private part. Her dark curls parted to reveal her glistening, dark pink sex. He lowered his nose to her, inhaling the musky, sweet smell of her body.

“Fuck, you smell delicious,” he said, licking her slit.

Hermione stilled herself to feel his gentle ministrations. He was incredibly observant when it came to her reactions and knew how to make her scream in pleasure. She let him know what she liked, but he had a sixth sense of what would feel good to her body.

His tongue licked her swollen labia, his fingers helping to part her body for him. Her juices were running down her creamy thighs, coating her body in lubrication. He wanted to sink his cock into her, but tonight was about what she wanted. He let one finger dip into her cunt. Hermione bucked her hips.

“More, Draco!”

A second finger was added to her hot body, as Draco focused on the sensitive nub of nerves. It was stiff due to her arousal and his tongue probed and laved it while his nimble digits continued to finger her. He looked up to find Hermione pinching her hard nipples, her head thrown back in ecstasy. His fingers curved within her to find the spot within her that would inevitably cause her to cry in unrelenting pleasure. He massaged her g-spot and she exploded. Her hips bucked and he sped up his tongue on her clit.

“Yes, Draco! Yes! Oh my God!” He felt her channel pulse around his fingers and her juices coated his face and hands. Her hips slowed and Draco removed his fingers. They made eye contact and he licked his fingers lasciviously.

“Come here,” she said, wanting to nestle against his body. She would prefer that he was naked, but appreciated that he respected her wish to wait for sex.

He laid his head on the pillow next to hers. She pressed her lips to his, smelling herself on him. Draco’s hands explored her exposed skin, the afterglow of her orgasm making her pliable and drowsy.

“I didn’t finish your massage.”

Hermione laughed. “That’s okay. I wish I didn’t have to go. Your bed is so comfortable.”

“I got our Portkeys. They’ll take us directly to the company penthouse in New York City. Your university isn’t far from there, right?”

“Oh, thank you, Draco! The school is about an hour from Manhattan.” Hermione nuzzled her face against Draco’s cheek.

“I’d like nothing better than for you to fall asleep here, but I don’t want your parents to worry. Come on, love.”

Draco used the loo while Hermione got dressed. Her knickers were suspiciously absent, she mused. Thank Merlin for magic, she thought, using her wand to iron out the wrinkles in her dress. She combed through her short hair before strapping on her wedge sandals.

“I’m ready,” Hermione said as Draco came out of the loo.

Draco took her home to the darkened Granger house. They stood in front of the door, kissing. Finally, Draco pulled himself away.

“My parents wanted you to come for dinner the night before we leave. My mum invited some family, too.”

“Yeah, okay. What time?”

“Five or so. You can floo in before my family starts showing up at six. I think my dad wanted to have a drink with you.”

He knew the Grangers were kind people and he hoped he could show them he had a serious interest in their daughter. Eventually, they’d be his family, too, if things worked out as he wanted them to. It would help if they liked him.

“Alright, Granger. I’ll be ready for the interrogation.”

Hermione swatted his arm. “It’s not like that, Malfoy. My parents want to get to know you better.”

“Do the other members of your family know what you are?” he asked.

“Oh, no, they don’t.”

“Well, I won’t give you away. See you soon,” Draco said, kissing Hermione one last time. He waited for her to enter the house before Apparating back to Malfoy Manor.
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