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Chapter List
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A/N: DS: "that’s exactly what I did . . . we have craploads of them"
--I still have most my favorite books from when I was a kid. (Unfortunately, I donated some to the school and the next time I saw them they'd been defaced with crayon. I know how Madame Pince feels now.)
"hey! Don’t you go suddenly making me like that bloody cat too . . . I’m warning you!"
--Hahahaha! I can't resist.
"endangered and sort of blingy :D"
--Bahahaha!
"and keeps repeating on you if you eat too much :)"
--Hahaha--ewww--hahahahaha!
"entomology is the study of insects, did you mean etymology?"
--Son of bitch! Yes. I actually did a paper of etymology in HS, so I know perfectly well how to spell it. (And I'm a Far Side fan, so I'm well acquainted with entomology as well.) You know, I just realized that Scrivener doesn't tell me when it's auto correcting my misspellings, but some of my other apps do. I wish it would. This isn't the first time it's replaced something I actually knew how to spell just because I screwed up a couple letters. (Yet nothing fixes the words I type wrong every freaking time even though it's obvious what they should be.)
Lissa: "Lewd Hermione is quite endearing."
--Hahahaha! Excellent.
"I’m rooting for Snape, even though I know this is a Dramione story."
--Have no fear, this isn't a Dramione story. It's hard to describe right now without giving anything away. Let's just say no one is a side character in this. :)
Also, thank you so much for all your wonderful reviews on my other stories. You're super sweet to have taken the time <3 <3 <3
Dedicated_Reader: Thank you :)
16—Glissando
“Look into my eyes, and you will see what you mean to me.”—Bryan Adams
(Draco)
This was heaven. Draco didn’t need angel wings or fluffy clouds. Just Granger. Soft, soft Granger. How was she so soft? Why couldn’t he think of any word besides soft? Had she obliterated his vocabulary with her kissing? Would he now be an ineloquent moron who just went around constantly muttering soft under his breath? I guess I could live with that as long as she doesn’t leave my lap. Ever.
The only part of him not thinking soft was his cock. There the word of the day was hard. Too hard. Painfully hard. Hopefully the placket marks in his shaft wouldn’t be permanent.
Draco tried to ignore his zipper-gouged erection so he could focus on the feel of her skin as he slipped his hands up the back of her shirt. Soooooft. No, no! Pay attention. Must get her clothes off. Naked is nicer. They’d been on her couch for at least an hour, her grinding in his lap as if she were playing patty cake with his crotch. Good God, that girl knew how to move. Why did she never wiggle so wantonly when they were out partying? Those glorious moves deserved a spotlight on the dance floor.
Having her perched atop him in such a suggestive manner turned his thoughts to the previous Friday. Flashbacks of her straddling his hips and riding him like a trick pony shifted his dick into high gear.
“Mmmm!”
Hermione pulled back with a grin. “What was that?”
“Stop! My zip is skinning me alive.”
She laughed but, thankfully, ceased her grinding. “Should I take it out and check you for injuries?”
Draco smirked. Sex-obsessed Granger was a lot more fun than wallflower Granger. Usually when he managed to talk her into going out on the weekends, he had to harangue her into the most simple physical contact. Like dancing. He’d always assumed she was dancing with him out of pity, but now that he’d met the pervert lurking behind the scenes, he wondered if he just hadn’t been dancing close enough to make her love it. “Are you going to lick my wounds?”
Hermione started to unbutton his shirt. “I might. But I thought you wanted to take a bath with me.”
Sweet Circe. Yeeeeeees! The suggestive images had been gnawing a hole through his brain, eating into his every waking thought: her naked body dripping with water, sparkling drops beading along all those lush hills and valleys. Thank Merlin she meant what she said; if she’d been teasing him, he might not have survived the disappointment. “I got extra dirty just for you.”
She snickered and kissed the tip of his nose. “I like a challenge.”
“The first challenge is going to be peeling my dick out of this sticky mess I’ve gotten myself into,” he griped, nodding at his crotch for emphasis.
“Mmmm,” she murmured with the most wicked smile. “A very dirty boy indeed. Come on, let’s go. I’m getting pretty sticky myself.”
Taking him by the hand, she pulled him from the sofa and hauled him down the short hall. He tore his eyes from her bum to glance around the cramped bathroom, suddenly noticing just how narrow the space really was. “You sure that tub’s big enough for the both of us?”
Hermione bent over to stopper the drain, and Draco grinned at the inviting curve of her round rump. Her shirt had ridden up at the back, exposing a tantalizing strip of skin, and he traced the median with the tip of his finger.
Granger purred at the tickle and started the water so the tub began to fill. “I honestly don’t know,” she said, turning to look at him. “I’ve never tried for two before. If it’s not, one of us will have to stand while the other one washes.”
He could just picture her musky little muffin staring him down as he soaped her thighs. “Sounds good to me.” Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her against his body and massaged her belly with his bulge. “I’ve been dying to get you out of those damn jeans since I got here.”
With a tender kiss to his chest, she danced her fingers over his heart. “Have you? I never would have guessed. But maybe I should take off your clothes first—so you don’t hurt yourself.”
Yes, please. “Practical as ever, Granger.”
“I don’t want any of my favorite parts to get damaged,” she explained with a scientific nod.
Her favorite parts? Did she mean her favorite parts on him or her favorite parts of all time? How did he compare to her past lovers? He wasn’t even sure how many men she’d been with. It was safe to assume he was the best looking, but how did he stack up in other departments? “Tell me what you like about me most.”
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “I think you have enough groupies; you don’t need to hear all that from me.”
“Yes, I do.” Hindered by the diversion of blood to his dick, his brain allowed his mouth to speak without forethought, “Your opinion is the only one I care about.”
Her expression shifted, her eyes intently searching his. “Are you serious?”
Draco mentally groaned at his inability to keep his trap shut in the heat of the moment. Am I ever going to make it through a sexual encounter without humiliating myself in front of her? He had two choices: play it off like a joke or just be honest. Draco knew what he should do, but the prospect of an emotional confession made him want to hurl. His mouth, still not on board with his brain, took the decision out of his hands by blurting out an emphatic, “Yes.” Dammit!
She reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone like a whisper, and her eyes locked with his as if she’d never seen him before. The swirling seasickness in his gut was drowned out by his melting heart. Rubbing into her hand like a cat, he pleaded for more. Nobody touched him like Granger. Her hands were magic.
“I never knew you were so sweet,” she murmured.
Oh Gods. Why was his stomach so warm? And jumpy. “Only for you.”
“Me?” Her eyes went wide. “Why me?”
Was she being purposefully dense just to torture him? “Why do you think, Granger? Why do you think I eat with you every day? Why do you think I go out drinking with you on the weekends?”
Her face conveyed nothing but confusion. “I thought you were eating with me out of habit, and I have no idea why you would want to go drinking with me. I’m not exactly one of your party girls.”
Oh gods. She really was dense. All this time he'd been friend-flirting with her, and she hadn’t even noticed. “I eat with you because I like talking to you. You’re one of the few intelligent people at the Ministry. And . . . when I first started working there, you were the only person who didn’t . . . who didn’t stare at me as if I was a monster.”
He’d never mentioned it before, because he’d actually been ashamed of himself; everyone’s repulsion had only confirmed his own self-loathing. Even though it was killing him inside, he felt he deserved their hatred. But contrary as ever, Granger had looked him right in the eye and had graciously allowed him to sit with her in the canteen. Once everyone had seen Golden Hermione Granger anoint him with her acceptance, their hostility had faded, and he’d slowly gained their approval. She probably didn’t even realize that without her he wouldn’t have a career. Or an ounce of self-respect.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his chest. “You were never a monster. Misguided maybe—and an insufferable, pretentious arse when you were younger—but in the end, you came into your own. I know what happened wasn’t easy for you. I’ll never forget that look on your face when they brought us to the manor and asked you to identify Harry . . . when you acted as if you didn’t know it was him. You were terrified, but, for whatever reason, you still lied for us . . . just like your mother did. You take after her in a lot of ways I never noticed before. On the outside you look so much like your father, but inside, you’re much more like your mum.”
He thought so too, and he was elated to hear it wasn’t just his imagination. The last thing Draco wanted was to turn out like Lucius. While the lure of pureblood privilege had enthralled him as a child, he’d learned the hard way that his father was not as fabulous as advertised. The man was cold and indifferent, more Galleon than human; all he cared about was money and fucking. Not that Draco didn’t like money. Or fucking. He did. But if being a pureblood meant being a clone of Lucius, Draco didn’t want the designation.
“See?” he said, kissing the top of her head, relieved that someone else saw the real him despite his numerous faults. “That’s why I like you. You understand me.”
Hermione looked up at him, her brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t understand everything. I have no idea what you want from all this—from us.”
Draco bit his tongue. He longed to tell her the truth, but the risk was too great. What if she just wanted to be friends? What if she fancied Snape or, gods forbid, his father more than him? Even if he had the courage to lay his heart on the line, he couldn’t think of the right words to explain himself. “I just want you.”
The corners of her mouth curled in delight. “Okay. Maybe you’d better kiss me one more time to be sure.”
Hoping to prove his devotion with the oldest language known to mankind, Draco bent down and crushed his lips to hers in a heartfelt surge of snogging. Kissing was so much less awkward than speaking. Words could lead to misunderstanding, but a physical demonstration of desire couldn’t be confused. Could it?
She pulled back, out of breath and grinning brightly. “I think we’d better get you out of those trousers and into the tub.”
“Thank Merlin,” he muttered. “I’m about to snap in half.”
Palming his crotch with one hand, she gave him a squeeze that made his balls throb. “I can see that,” she replied cheekily.
As soon as her fingers flicked open his flies, Draco’s heart put on a burst of speed, racing around his chest faster than a Firebolt. He quickly shucked his shirt as she unfastened his trousers. He was still constrained by his boxer briefs, but she didn’t leave him to suffer. She deftly drew his underwear over the precipice of his prick, stripping his lower half bare, and his cock descended, hard and heavy, eyeing her like a hungry wolf. Draco heaved out a relieved sigh. Finally.
“Better?” she asked with mock innocence.
“Immensely. Now you.”
Draco kicked aside his clothes and started on hers, pulling off her shirt in a sensuous swoop. Her bra was a pretty aqua blue-green layered with purple lace. Gods, she was gorgeous! Drawing his finger along the top of one swell, he followed its slope to the glen between her breasts. He intended to sleep in that valley later that night. Growling loudly, he slid both hands down to her trousers and tore down the zip. He wanted her starkers. Now. With him. Against him. Fuck! Why were witches’ clothes so fiddly?
Kneeling before her, he peeled her jeans down her legs and grinned when he spotted her little knickers. They matched her bra. So she was trying to impress him. Witches didn’t put on a matching set of underwear unless they wanted things to be special. That buoyed his confidence greatly, and the knot in his stomach loosened. Maybe he had secured her affections. Maybe she just saw his father and Snape as a bit of sexual relief. Maybe he was the one she wanted most.
Draco hooked his thumbs into the strappy sides of her panties and looked up at her. “These knickers are sexy as hell, love. Were you wearing these all day?”
She shook her head, coyly biting her lip as she carded her fingers through his hair. “No. I changed before you came over.”
So she had put them on just for him. Draco’s grin lit with a ting of triumph. Leaning forward, he pressed his nose to her lacy mound and took a deep breath. Oh, fuck me! “They smell even better than they look,” he informed her through a mouthful of material.
Hermione laughed and rocked her hips into his face so his nose bumped her slit. “Why don’t you take them off and see if I smell better without them.”
What a brilliant suggestion. She was the smartest witch of her age after all. Wasting no time, Draco slid down her knickers and let them drop to her feet. Her bush was soft against his face. Sinfully soft. Soft soft soft. Delving into her sex, he inhaled a lungful of her musky scent and his tongue shot out, automatically seeking the source of that tantalizing aroma.
Galloping Gorgons! No wonder his father had been lost between her legs for so long. She tasted like flesh flavored ice cream. Pussy a la mode.
“You do smell better without them,” he reported in a drunken slur. “You taste better too.”
When he dived in for more, she squealed and grabbed his head. “Wait! I’m all tangled up; I’m gonna fall.”
Draco spun her around and propped her back against the wall, pausing only long enough to confirm her stability before kissing his way up her heaving belly. Skimming his hands along the warmth of her naked back, he followed the dotted line of her spine until he felt the taut band of her bra. Although he adored the presentation, he needed the warm assurance of skin on skin. As soon as the last hook was freed, her final barrier fell away, revealing the bouncy breasts of his dreams. Her perfect little nipples were surrounded by areola of pink caramelized quartz. They were even better than he remembered. Unable to withstand the hypnotic draw, he kissed one turgid peak before sucking a tongue-full of ripe flesh into his mouth. She moaned and arched closer, her nails raking his scalp just hard enough to unleash a pulse-pounding surge of adrenaline. He didn’t know if his cock’s sudden exuberance was due to the chemical cannonade or whether the sound of her moaning had evoked an abnormally high degree of tumescence. Either way, that moan was just for him, and he wanted to hear more.
So much more. Multiple mores.
If everything went to plan, she was in for an exhausting night. He had to show her Lucius wasn’t the best Malfoy for the job.
Draco wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up and slid his other hand between her thighs, lightly brushing her juicy lips. Her hips bucked once, and she moaned his name in a needy whimper. Curling his finger back and forth through her folds, he simultaneously switched to her other nipple, lapping its stiff tip before latching on.
When she was hissing like a snake and grinding into his hand, he eased inside, where he found her walls slippery with sexual heat and exuding a copious amount of cream that seemed to plead for penetration. He teased her for a few strokes then crooked his finger to find the bumpy patch of her g-spot. Riiiiiight there. Her keening took on a sharper edge, and she clutched his head in a desperate attempt to remain standing.
Draco added another finger and twisted his hand so that every thrust drove the pad of his thumb over her engorged clitoris. With a gradual acceleration, he increased the pace in search of the magic rhythm that would drive her wild.
“Ahhhhh!”
There it was. She was right on the brink, her muscles twitching around him as if her pussy were having a mild seizure. With a pop of release, Draco let her nipple go and looked up. She was watching him, her eyes hooded with mindless arousal, her lips parted for more air. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the image branding his brain like a sizzling snapshot, and he knew he’d be wanking to that memory for the rest of the week.
“Come for me,” he whispered. Some witches just needed permission to let go. He wasn’t sure about Granger, but he’d heard Snape saying something similar last Friday, and Draco wanted to play it safe for the time being. “Come all over me.”
He returned to her breast and tongued the budding tip, gently sucking her to a pinnacle of pleasure. With a shout, her body bowed, and he felt the first stuttering contractions of her sheath around his fingers. Her muscles suddenly clamped down and pulsed, a tiny trickle of fluid springing from her folds. Her body jerked toward him, and she cried his name loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
That’s right. Who’s your favorite wizard? Tell the world, love. Make sure Lucius hears you.
Her body gradually went still, and Draco gently drew his fingers from her dripping core to lick away the stream of juice running down his hand. Oh, sweet Circe! Was this liquid heaven springing from her depths? Draco lapped up every last drop, anxious that he might miss even a single smear. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “I don’t know which part of you tastes best.”
She gave him a sated grin and stroked his head as if he were being cute, but Draco was quite serious. He loved her tits like nothing else, but that pussy was divine. When his hand had been licked clean, his eyes darted to her sex, the saturated curls along her slit glistening like Snape’s chocolate custard. Mine! Burrowing between her legs, he sucked up her salty nectar, gorging himself on her want. God dammit! Why had they waited so long to do this? Pussy that delicious should be eaten every single day. Every single meal.
“Bloody hell, Draco,” she moaned, gripping his head as his tongue shot up her twat. “That was fucking fabulous.”
He looked up at her, getting in one last good lick before speaking. “I think you made that abundantly clear to everyone in a ten block radius.”
Snorting, she shook her head. “The flat’s soundproofed.”
“Nooooo,” he moaned dramatically. “I wanted witnesses.”
“I’ll testify in your defense,” she assured him with a laugh. “Oh balls! The tub’s too full.”
She tried to step out of her pooled trousers but was trapped in a quagmire of denim. Draco helped her out of her jeans and pushed all their clothes into a big pile while she dealt with the runaway water.
“It’s okay,” she said, waving him over. “I’ll just let out a little. You get in first.”
Draco’s stomach dropped in a sweeping barrel roll. He couldn’t believe he was really going to take a bath with her. The idea had crossed his mind several times—usually when he spent the night and heard the water running, his cock ticking in time with the pipes. Although it left him feeling like a pervy wanker, he’d tugged himself off right there on her couch on more than one occasion. The thought of her stripping naked and slipping into the water was more than his bollocks could withstand.
“I can’t remember any witch ever giving me a bath before,” he said as he stepped into the tub.
“Really? You’ve never had sex in the shower?”
“That was not an exercise in cleanliness.”
Snickering, she climbed in and sat down across from him. Even though he’d just gotten an up close view of her most notable landmarks, his eyes drank her in as if he’d never seen her before. There were several small moles on her thigh, and she had a tiny scar on her hip bone . . . or maybe it was an old stretch mark. Whatever the hell it was, his tongue insisted he get a good taste before they went to bed. Making a mental note to lick as much of her as he could that night, Draco ran his finger down her calf and marked the route his mouth might take during its explorations.
As if countering his first move, her hand slowly snaked up his thigh, and Draco inhaled sharply when she cupped his balls underwater.
“Why don’t I examine the goods first,” she said, leering at him from beneath her lashes.
“I assure you they’re of the finest quality,” he replied with a smug grin.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Her brow lifted with mock haughtiness, but she smiled slyly. “Lie back.”
She pushed on his shoulder, and Draco settled himself against the frigid cast iron tub. If she wanted to go on an undersea adventure, he was game. Her fingers deftly manipulated his sac, gently tugging and kneading the loose skin; she kept it light, her sure touch calming his nerves. He could’ve taken it a bit rougher, but he was better off safe than sorry in such a sensitive area. When she palpated his left testicle, his dick bounded out of the water and flailed about as if in need of rescue.
Hermione seemed to find that hilarious. She giggled madly and patted his knob the way you’d pat a child on the head after he'd managed to tie his shoes correctly.
“Hello again,” she said, smiling brightly at his manhood. “I missed you.”
Draco smirked and flexed his pelvic muscles so his dick brushed her hand. “He missed you more.”
She tickled her fingers down the back of his shaft then circled his sac and started back up. “Did that mean Mr. Zipper leave you all sore?”
Draco’s eyes rolled back as she traced the edge of his corona with one delicate fingertip. “Yes, he did. I’ve been injured in the line of duty.”
With a featherlight touch, she shifted his foreskin up over his head then back down so his glans was tight and exposed. “I don’t see any abrasions.”
“Perhaps you’re not looking close enough.”
Hermione snorted and leaned in, her breath fogging his frenulum. “You’re all red and swollen; I can’t tell what’s injury and what’s arousal.”
“Start kissing it better, and I’ll tell you when you get to an injury.”
Snickering, she leaned in and extended her tongue as if she intended to lick him, but she stopped short, hovering a millimeter away so her warm breath enveloped his sex like tendrils of steam. She looked up at him with a wicked grin, and his cock jolted in her hand, struggling toward the wet shine of her tongue. Just out of reach.
Keeping her eyes on his face, she lightly tapped his knob with her taste buds, dabbing away his pre-cum like a playful lioness. His fluids sparkled on her pink tongue for just a moment then she swallowed him down and went back for more.
“Fuck!”
Hermione smiled and placed a downy kiss to the back of his swollen glans. “All better?”
Hissing through his teeth, Draco shook his head. “Worse. You’d better kiss faster.”
She laughed and pulled his dick in for more, dispensing a wreath of five breathy kisses around the circumference. “He still seems sad,” she teased. “I must not have found the right spot yet.”
“You’re getting warmer.”
“Hmm,” she mused. “I could cover more ground if I kissed him with my other lips.”
Draco nodded, delirious with so much blood locked away from his brain. “Brilliant plan.”
Hermione released his dick, and it smacked him in the stomach with a wet splat. Picking up the soap, she began to lather the bar under the water, and Draco silently stared at her for several seconds, confusion knitting his features. Wasn’t she going to ride him?
She began to smooth the bar over her body, and while he found the sight stupendous, his cock was seriously starting to ache. “What the hell are you doing?”
Hermione smiled calmly and soaped her tits. “Preparing to give you a bath.”
“What happened to convalescing my cock?”
“Just give me half a minute.”
She rubbed the soap up and down her stomach then got on her knees and did the tops of her thighs. Draco squeezed his knob a couple times to keep it from beating his pelvis to death. What the fuck was she up to? “I think you’ve missed an important lesson on bathing someone. I’m fairly certain it entails touching the other person.”
She laughed and nodded as she set the soap back in the dish. “I was never told I had to use my hands,” she said with an enigmatic shrug. “Ready?”
“Ready for what? Rinse and rut?”
Hermione tapped his legs so he’d stretch them out. “Don’t be silly—I haven’t even washed you yet. Here we go.”
She bent down and pressed her tits to his hard-on, which he found extremely delightful, then with no warning, she flattened out and pushed off with her feet, suddenly sliding up his body like a greased eel.
“Wheee!”
Draco had to grab her by the shoulder to keep her from propelling herself straight out of the tub. Her glistening tits were briefly in his face before she sank back down to eye level. When she saw his stunned expression, she burst into gales of laughter and stroked his cheek.
“What the hell was that?” he sputtered.
Hermione kissed his nose and caught her breath. “I just wanted to see if it would work.”
“What? Turning me into a human soap slide?”
Her giggling returned, and she nodded. “Pretty much. Now everything’s nice and slippery.”
Reaching between them, she found his cock with her wet hand and positioned him at her entrance. Draco gritted his teeth and held his breath as she wiggled him into snug heat of her hollow.
“Watch this,” she said, her eyes alight with mischief.
Hermione pushed against the back of the tub, and the satin slickness of their bodies had her gliding onto his length like a perfectly oiled piston. The warmth of her engulfed him, and Draco groaned as they melded into one.
She let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed his shoulders, hauling herself in the opposite directon so her entire torso skated across his. Using the insane slip of the soap to cut the friction, she rode his length and buffed his body in one smooth move.
He’d wanked with suds plenty of times in his life, but never had it felt so surreal. Maybe it was the weight of her body anchoring him amidst the waves, or the impossibly satin flex of her muscles working against him. It was hard to tell with so many new sensations sliding over his senses.
She must have loved it as much as he did, because she stopped giggling and started whimpering. Draco wrapped his arms around her back and helped her move, countering her coasting by curling his hips and bouncing her back up.
He was lost in her. Apparently the path to enlightenment wasn’t found amidst chanting monks or atop a mountain of solitude—blissful samadhi could be attained with nothing more than a wet witch and Knut’s worth of soap. Altered states could be induced with a series of soft kisses to the face. . . provided they were placed on the downbeat of every thrust, punctuating each pass with an ellipsis of loving. His name was her mantra, and he found himself in a watery trance, floating on a high of hormones and infatuation.
“I’m getting closer,” she whispered. “How ‘bout you?”
An inarticulate groan was all he could manage on the first try.
“Good. Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come.”
He met her sparkling brown gaze and was immediately on the brink of losing his load. She appeared to be rolling through a haze of desire, just like him. He’d never seen her looking sexier. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiled. “So are you.”
“No. Not like you. You’re fucking perfect. I think about you all the time.”
Her smile wobbled with surprise.
“I can’t think about anything but snogging you when I’m at work—your lips pressed against mine.”
“Draco,” she whispered, touching his mouth. “You are so bloody sweet.”
Yes, I am. And Lucius is not. He kissed her fingers. I can give you what you need. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, of course. I think about you all the time too.”
He perked up. “Yeah? What do you think about?”
She pecked his lower lip before answering, “Last night I pretended you were in bed with me.”
His stomach flipped with excitement, and he couldn’t help fucking her a little faster. “What were we doing?”
She moaned and reached down to rub her clit. “It’s a recurring fantasy I have about you sneaking into bed with me.”
“Are you naked in your fantasy?”
With a delighted smirk, she nodded. “Usually.”
“I’ve pictured the same thing.”
“Great minds think alike. What do we do in your version?”
He could feel her fingers dancing over her nub, and he grunted as her muscles gripped him even tighter. “I touch every inch of you,” he rasped. “Taste you. Sometimes I just curl into your back and rub my cock between your thighs, right up against your pussy.”
She purred happily in his ear. “Mmmmmm, I’d like that. Sometimes I rub my clit against the bed and pretend it’s you.”
His abdominals clenched in pre-orgasmic warning, and Draco held his breath until it faded. “Please don’t say shit like that unless you want me to come right this instant.”
“I’m ready if you are.”
“Well, thank Merlin! I promise I’ll make you come again later, but I can’t hold off any longer.”
She nuzzled his nose with hers. “Stop holding back,” she whispered against his lips. “Fuck me harder.”
Draco groaned and grabbed her arse, which was fairly dry after sticking out of the water for so long. His fingers sank into her flesh, and he pulled her down as he thrust up, banging into her with unrestrained urgency.
Her panting stuttered and stopped, a breathless moment of stillness before the floodgates opened. “Unnnnnnh!”
Gods, that had to be the greatest word in the English language. His balls began to ascend, and he flexed his arse in resistance, trying to outlast her.
Arching her back hard, she mashed her clit into his pelvis, and her mouth fell open in rapturous relief. As soon as he felt the first spasm, he let go, expelling what felt like gallons of semen into her welcoming body. As requested, he didn’t close his eyes, and he was startled by the stark intimacy engendered by that one act. He’d never realized how vulnerable he was at the peak of release, his body and brain no longer under his control, his inner world laid bare for anyone who cared to see. But he saw the same thing in her eyes, a flash of transcendence as she fell under the spell of their union. That shared surrender connected them like an ethereal cord, taking them out of time and suspending them in their own private paradise. The exposure wasn’t something Draco was prepared for—but he couldn’t look away.
Spiraling down from their high, her cries fell silent as she gasped for breath, and Draco realized he’d been saying her name over and over, possibly shouting. He had no idea.
“That was bloody amazing,” she muttered, dropping her forehead against his shoulder with a dull thunk.
His head was still spinning, so he simply nodded and wrapped his arms around her, using her strength to soothe his discombobulated senses. With a contented sigh, she kissed his neck and snuggled into his embrace—which did nothing to calm Draco's erratic heart rate.
When they were both quiet and breathing normally, she looked up at him and idly let her fingers drift over his cheek. “Want to go back to my room and pretend you’re sneaking into bed with me?”
He nodded and caught her fingers with his own, bringing them to his lips for a kiss. “Can we play ‘naughty Granger wakes Draco from his nightmare on the couch’ later?”
There was a flicker of wistfulness in her face, and Draco wondered if he’d pushed things too far. But then she burst into a grin and nodded. “We can play it first if you like.”
“Really?”
“Sure. Sounds fun to me.”
“Will you wear that one long nightgown you have?”
She gave him a funny look. “What, the sleeveless cotton one that comes down to my feet?”
His fingers trailed along her flushed cheek. “You look like an angel in it.”
Her expression melted, an understanding softness settling in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly several times. “I’ll wear anything you like.”
She seemed to be reading more into his words than he was saying, but he was too distracted to dwell on it. “I’ve always dreamt of shoving it up to your waist so you could ride me.”
Hermione sputtered out a surprised giggle and kissed his chin. “Sweet and perverted. My favorite combination. All right. I’d better get you cleaned up so I can get you all dirty again.”
Draco pulled her face to his and kissed her lips. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you.”
Glissando—a continuous slide upward or downward between two notes.
"(Everything I Do) I Do It for You" by Bryan Adams. 1991. Written by Adams, Michael Kaman, and Robert John "Mutt" Lange. The song was simultaneously released on two different albums, Adams' Waking Up the Neighbours and the soundtrack for Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. The song was a huge international hit, and spent a record-breaking sixteen consecutive weeks at number one on the UK singles chart. The song won a Grammy for Best Song Written for a Motion Picture or Television, and was nominated for Best Song at Academy Awards (but was beaten out by Beauty and the Beast.)
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