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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Cute. Sexy. Beautiful.

Her irritation ebbed as she slid into the water, the scented bubbles relaxing her frayed nerves, and turbulent thoughts. His smirking face was no match for her favorite bath, and she looked over at him curiously.
“Of all the taps, I didn’t think you’d like this one.” She said, ribbing him, and letting her hand sift through some of the foam.
“It’s not my favorite. But I knew you liked it.” He shrugged, as if it were normal to know someone’s favorite bath water.
“How?” She asked, slightly touched by his decision to fill the tub with her favorite, instead of his.
“I noticed the smell on you, in potions, when you were next to me.” He admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly pink. He wasn’t embarrassed when it came to sex, but he was embarrassed about that? She grinned, wondering if she could tease him with it later.
“Thank you.” She smiled, pushing her hands through the bubbles again, playing with the water.
“What flower is it?” He asked, drawing her confused look. “The scent,” he explained. “It’s floral. But I can’t tell what exactly.” Hermione laughed, and pushed away from the edge of the tub, floating farther into the pool as she relaxed.
“It’s lavender.” She answered, calling across the tub at him.
“Oh.” He said, watching her swim away, his eyes following her movements.
“So what made you decide to terrorize my bag today?” Hermione hedged, wondering about his past two weeks of near silence towards her.
“I finally managed to get away from my friends,” he said, swimming a bit farther into the tub. “I’ve been going crazy in our common room, but Goyle suspected something, so I couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to risk him telling Crabbe, or Pansy.”
Hermione tread water, staring at the blond as he inched closer, covering half the pool slowly, leaving a small path through the bubbles, which was sealing itself as he swam farther. His honesty shocked her, striking her speechless for several moments as she processed his words.
“Why did he suspect?” She asked, feeling a twinge of guilt as she thought of Ginny. Should she tell him that her friend knew?
“He saw me looking at you…” The way he looked away, and the tone of his voice told her there was more to it. She waited, hoping he decided to open up. His lips were moving with words, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying, his head tilting down, his cheeks pink again.
“Sorry?” She asked, swimming a bit closer, and staring at his lips.
“He heard me say your name,” he said loud enough for her to hear, looking at the wall, and visibly fighting to keep a straight face. “In my sleep.” He finished, quieter, but just barely audible. Hermione felt her own cheeks burn at the admission, and looked away, only a few feet from him, unsure how to break the tension.
“Ginny knows,” she blurted, trying to make him feel less awkward about his dreams. He looked at her, confused by the words. “My friend, Ginny. She found out.” She said, giving him an apologetic look.
“The Weasley girl?” He asked, his eyebrows pulling together when she nodded.
“She found out, and I tried to lie, but… Apparently I didn’t do that well. And she actually took it pretty well.” Hermione said cheerily, remembering how Ginny had cheered her on the morning he’d graffitied her book.
“That’s…” He seemed lost for words, as if he wanted to say ‘good’, but couldn’t get the word out. “I threatened to curse Goyle if he said anything…” He said, looking at the water angrily. Hermione inched closer, recognizing the look on his face. He was upset with himself.
“That’s okay,” she reassured him, thinking for any brightside. “You didn’t curse him, so that’s good,” she said hopefully, knowing he would have, if pressed. “If you told him, could you trust him to keep it secret?” She asked, knowing how much better she felt with just one person she could talk to about it.
“If I threatened to curse him, or actually hexed him into keeping quiet, sure. Otherwise, he might let it slip on accident.” Draco said, batting absently at the water, seeming distracted by his thoughts. Hermione swam right up in front of him, forcing him to look at her.
“You should tell someone you trust. You’ll feel loads better.” She suggested, wondering if he even had any trustworthy friends.
“I’ll try.” He said, giving her a small smile. She returned it, and swam around him, her leg brushing his as she moved.

Draco pulled his thoughts away from the dark spiral that they threatened to pull him towards, and focused on the girl next to him.
“Did Weasley lose her mind when she found out?” He asked, letting the thought of the redheaded girl’s imaginary blow-up amuse him.
“A bit,” Hermione admitted, her face tinged pink. “But she seemed okay with it when I told her you weren’t really as big a prat as you act.” Hermione splashed him with water, grinning. He grinned back, taking her insult in stride.
“Did you tell her how great I am in bed?” He asked, arrogantly, swimming after the brunette. Her hair seemed to trail after her as she swam backwards, making thick streaks through the pink froth. “Or how much you liked being spanked?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“No!” Hermione said hotly, her face flushing instantly. She was so much fun to play with. “But I did tell her how polite you get when you want something.” She teased back, making him cringe.
“Don’t ruin my reputation!” He whined jokingly at her, “It took five and a half years to build!”
“Oh, sorry. So I shouldn’t have told her how cute your real smile is?” She was taunting him, swimming away, and flirting playfully. Draco watched her gleeful face as she teased him, enjoying her sparkling eyes, her mischievous grin.
“You think I’m cute?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at her. She nodded, unable to talk as she laughed into her hand silently. “Cute?” He asked again, putting on an agitated face. “Malfoy’s are not cute,” he swam after her, quickly catching up, and trapping her against the edge of the tub, his arms on either side of her head. “We are sexy, and fierce, and intimidating. Not 'cute'.”
She stared at him defiantly, her face split into a giant grin.
“Okay, you’re sexy. But the rest?” She made a face, and shook her head. “I don’t see it.”
He growled at her, a guttural, animal sound, glaring dangerously through his eyelashes at her still-grinning face. He slid closer, pressing his body to hers through the water, letting his mouth find her damp ear, and one of his hands tangle in her wet hair.
“‘Cute’, is the little moan you do when I make you cum,” he growled, nipping at her ear, and massaging the back of her neck gently with the hand in her hair. “Your expression, when I’m inside you, making you forget our own name, is ‘cute’,” he could tell by the way her breathing had changed that she wasn’t grinning anymore. “You being flustered over a few words is ‘cute’. I am fierce.” He bit her neck, making her gasp in surprise. He suckled a bit, leaving a hickey inside his teeth marks, and moved his head back, staring into her eyes.
Her expression was needy, and relaxed, letting him take control again. He leaned in, pressing his nose to hers, looking at her freckles, before letting her gaze captivate him. He tilted his head, letting his lips press into hers gently, staring into her eyes as he kissed her. The bronze highlights in her eyes seemed to dance in the torchlight, her eyelashes casting shadows across her cheeks as her eyes slid closed, her arms wrapping around his neck, her lips parting against his.
He kissed her gently, sinking into her, and letting his own eyes close. Her skin was slippery against his in the water, her lips soft on his. She seemed just as eager as he nudged her thighs apart underwater, wrapping them around him, and pulling him in. He took her gently, barely remembering his vow to go slowly, and make it last as long as possible. Her heat put the bath to shame, encompassing him, and making him groan in pleasure as he slid in.
“Fuck…” He muttered, trembling slightly as he struggled to hold onto his self-control, her softness threatening to take his whole mind, all of her muscles tense, and squeezing him from every angle, inside, and out.

Hermione clung to him, trying to remember how to breathe as he slid slowly in. He kept a reluctant pace, slow, and deep, fighting himself as he pleasured her. His breathy, muttered expletive made her open her eyes, taking in his pained expression, and limp blond hair hanging in his face. Without the product keeping it held back in place, it seemed to creep down his forehead, sticking to his face, and hanging in his eyes. His skin looked white against the pink bubbles, his determined expression showing his restraint.
She buried her face in his neck, letting the feel of him soak into her. The sound of his breathing was harsh, but even, matching his thrusts. He slowly worked her up, taking his time as he brought her to a shaking orgasm, her voice echoing around the bathroom, her teeth biting into him. He kept going, pushing her over again, and again, holding his own climax back.
Hermione’s mind was a blurry mess, unable to hold a coherent thought, unwilling to make it stop.

Draco left himself inside her, and scooted sideways along the wall, using his one arm, and his legs to anchor them both as he made his way toward the stairs. She seemed completely lost as he moved, unaware of the change, and enjoying the way his relocation moved his hips.
He arrived at the stairs, and pulled out of her, making her whine quietly, and squeeze him tighter, displeased with his retreat.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done.” He assured her, pulling her arms away, and scooting her toward the stairs. He turned her around, and pressed her into the wall, bending her over, so that she lay across the floor of the room, with her hips at the edge of the tub, and her legs in the water. He admired the view briefly, staring at her splayed form, her heaving chest, her vulnerable position. And he took her, holding onto her wet hips, leaning over her, and whispering in her ear as he slid back inside.
“You’re beautiful, Hermione.” He said, speeding up, the slapping noises of their thighs hitting each other bouncing around the room, her moans joining them, encouraging him to go harder.

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears, the words he’d said echoing her memories of Ron. Was he being honest, or just saying it in the heat of the moment? The way he was thrusting into her, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and bringing her lips to his, made her forget her worries, easily caught up in his burning need.
The cold stone underneath her torso had been a shock, but when he pulled away suddenly, panting, and heaving himself up next to her, she was startled, looking over at him, worried.
“Are you okay?” She asked, rolling to her side, and inspecting his face, his scrunched eyes, and clenched fists.
“Yeah. Too close.” He said shortly, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breath. Hermione grinned, and slid over to him, easily straddling him, getting him back inside her. He groaned, his hands grabbing her hips as she slid down his shaft, his eyes meeting hers. She moved her hips slowly, torturously tipping him over the edge.
He trembled, tensing as he came, his face contorting as she didn’t stop. She slid her fingers to her sex, rubbing herself softly as she moved on him, careful not to let his waning member fall out, bringing herself to the brink.
He was quickly hardening again, refilling her, and thrusting upward. She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts brushing his chest, her hair a wet curtain next to them. His expression was glazed, his fingers almost painful on her hips, his teeth pulling at her lip. She went just as slowly as he had, determined to torture him in the exact way she’d liked so much.
A/N: Also an unedited chapter for now. What could possibly happen next? Will things heat up, or cool down? Tune in next time for another episode of Mudblood Fever and Lingerie!
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