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Educating Draco	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 72978 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter two (of two)

The Head Student’s common room was shrouded in darkness. The lights were out and the fire was unlit, which made the only light source the narrow line of light beaming from under the door to the Head Boy’s bedroom. The Head Girl’s bedroom didn’t emit any light, because the Head Girl was currently occupied elsewhere. ‘Elsewhere’ being the Common Room. ‘Occupied’ being; watching the Head Boy’s bedroom door like a hawk.

For the past three nights, Hermione had turned off all the lights and sat herself down on one of the couches in the common room to wait until she’d seen the light in the Head Boy’s’ room go out, indicating that Malfoy had retired for the night. For three evenings Hermione’s plan had failed, but she hoped this time her effort wouldn’t be fruitless.

She still couldn’t stop cringing when thinking back on what she had done three nights before. At the time it had all seemed rational; both she and Malfoy had leverage to keep each other quiet, so no harm would be done. But then it dawned on her; who in their right mind would ever believe that Draco Malfoy was a virgin?

No one, that’s who!

Hermione had absolutely nothing to hold over him whatsoever. And not only that, she had let him see her in the most vulnerable position imaginable; naked with her legs spread, moaning and whimpering and – oh Merlin - talking dirty! And then she had climaxed like a fucking freight train. Her mind still reeled as she remembered the intensity of her orgasm. What was it that had made her come that hard? It wasn’t as if she had physically done anything new. Was it because she had been talking dirty or because she had known Malfoy was watching her?

Was she a closet exhibitionist?

And what was up with his sudden departure? The entire time he had been watching her with a boyish fascination and then, before she had even had sufficient time to come down from her orgasm, he had got up and left as if nothing had happened. Was she honestly that much of a disappointment to look at? Hermione knew she was rather plain in appearance, but did she look so boring that she couldn’t even keep someone entertained who could probably count the girls he had seen naked on one hand? Honestly, she would even have been pleased with some embarrassed parting words. But no!

This whole thing had been eating Hermione up on the inside and she knew she needed to do something. She needed to get her power back. And to do that she needed to get even with Malfoy.

Hermione’s heart took an excited leap when she saw that Malfoy had switched his lights off, indicating that he was going to bed. She quietly got up from her chair, tiptoed to his bedroom, and put her ear against the door. For three nights in a row she had stood there, waiting to hear anything that would indicate that Malfoy was having a wank. Yet sadly, thus far she hadn’t heard anything of that nature. Hermione was quite annoyed really; she had expected him to have a higher libido than this. It also couldn’t help but make her feel a little self-conscious, knowing that she did it at least once a day and Malfoy apparently didn’t. She could have guessed that wanking once a day was a bit of a high rate for a girl, but she couldn’t possibly masturbate more than a guy?

Just when Hermione leaned in a bit further, pressing her ear against the door and straining to hear something, she suddenly found herself falling forward and being caught by two strong arms.

“You know, somehow I didn’t think spying was a very Gryffindor-like quality,” Draco said smugly. Granger really ought to improve her stealth if she wanted to successfully spy on a Death Eater’s son. He had known she’d been waiting outside his door for the past three nights and thought that it was time to put a stop to it.

“Let go of me, you... you...” Hermione stammered as she brusquely removed herself from Malfoy’s grip.

“Yes?” Malfoy asked expectantly.

“Forget it,” Hermione sighed as she turned around to leave again.

Malfoy smirked. “Didn’t you come here for something?”

Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned around.

“As a matter of fact I did,” she huffed, standing in front of him and decisively crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Strip!”

“I beg your pardon?” Draco said in an amused tone of voice.

“It has occurred to me that it really isn’t fair that I have accommodated your needs without you accommodating mine,” she said bossily. “I want to see how the male body functions and I want you to show me. So, strip!”

Hermione couldn’t believe she had actually just said all those things. She sounded like a wanton hussy the way she had just demanded Malfoy that he take his clothes off. What she also couldn’t believe was that she could see Malfoy’s hands starting to unbutton his shirt. As if it was the most common thing in the world, no less! Was he actually going to do this? Dear Merlin, was this really happening?

Draco smirked as he caught the startled look Granger gave him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Honestly, did she really think he was going to pass up an offer like that? Sure, the idea of wanking in front of a girl had never really crossed his mind before (actual shagging being more the general focus of his fantasies) but he couldn’t deny there was something quite sexy about it. Besides, Granger had seemed to like it when it had been the other way around.

For the past three nights, Draco hadn’t been able to think of anything but their previous encounter. After he had gone back to his room that night, he had let his hand wander into his boxers and, without barely even touching himself, had come so hard it had almost hurt. From then on his cock magically sprung to life each time he had laid eyes on Granger. It was like Pavlov’s dog reacting to a bell, in this case Granger being the bell.

When all the buttons of his shirt were undone, Malfoy let the garment slip off his shoulders and drop to the floor. Hermione’s gaze was immediately drawn to the slender, muscular upper body in front of her. Her eyes timidly started exploring the hills and valleys of the sculptured muscles, covered by flawless pale skin, tempting her to caress it. He was just so beautiful! Hermione felt her breath quickening at the mere sight of his naked upper body, but quickly snapped out of it when she caught Malfoy smirking at her.

“Pompous bastard,” she thought, feeling annoyed. Honestly, didn’t he know it was a very unattractive quality for a person to know that they are good-looking?

As Malfoy started taking off the rest of his clothes, Hermione didn’t know where to rest her eyes. She didn’t want him to see how much his physique affected her. She caught herself realising that she might actually want to see Malfoy wank, instead of it merely being a way of regaining her power.

Goddamit, Malfoy was turning her into a complete and total pervert!

In an attempt to find something to distract herself with while he was undressing, Hermione walked over to Malfoy’s desk to fetch his chair and drag it over to his bed. She kept her eyes on the floor the whole time, save for a few sly peeks in the direction of the gorgeous, semi-naked boy in front of her. By the time she had safely settled herself into the chair, Malfoy was completely naked and Hermione couldn’t help but to flat out stare at him. She bit her bottom lip in an act of fascination at seeing Malfoy’s bum, which was practically infamous on Hogwarts grounds. She couldn’t help it, but she really wanted to reach out and give those two gorgeous globes a good squeeze.   She was relieved to see that Malfoy seemed to be as influenced by the exotic nature of the situation as she was, judging by his prominent erection. He seemed about average in length, but was rather thick. Just perfect, Hermione thought with a blush and shyly wondered how it would feel inside of her. This solely in terms of the penis-size off course, not the person attached to it!

As Draco laid himself down onto his bed, he caught himself starting to feel a bit nervous. He had never before done this in front of another person after all. Well, as long as you didn’t count the one time his mother had walked in on him, something he really didn’t want to think about a this point or his cock might very well go flaccid again.

Hermione watched him in interest as he licked his palm, the action strangely reminding her of a kitten giving itself a bath. At this point she felt herself growing quite intrigued, she had never been quite clear on how guys did this after all.   Her gaze followed the path of his hands as they trailed down his chest and stopped to pay homage to his nipples. When she saw Malfoy gently twisting them between his thumb and index finger, she felt a little embarrassed at realising that she hadn’t known they were sensitive to men too. When she looked up at Malfoy’s face she suddenly noticed that he was watching her, which made her look away self-consciously. She felt odd with him looking back at her.

Draco couldn’t help but smirk at the blushing Gryffindor before him. How she could still feel ashamed after all this was beyond him, but he didn’t mind; she looked absolutely endearing when embarrassed. He brought his hand down, gliding over his stomach, and wrapping his fingers around his aching cock. He just held his hand motionless for a moment, squeezing his shaft between his fingers and slowly circling his thumb over the head, just the way he liked to start out.

The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh made Hermione look up again to see that Malfoy was now slowly jacking himself off. His right-hand was moving up and down his shaft; from the base that was nestled in a light thatch of white-blond hair, all the way up to the head. Perhaps for the first time since she had met him, Hermione saw Malfoy as he truly was. This time she didn’t see a Sex God, Death-Eater-To-Be, Muggle-hater or Pureblood with a head too big for his shoulders. Right now she saw the core that was underneath the shell of showiness and lies: an 18-year-old boy who occasionally had to get himself off like most other people did. Hermione squirmed in her seat, unable to ignore the aching feeling radiating from her core. The sight in front of her was so bloody sexy it should be illegal. When she heard Malfoy releasing a soft moan, she automatically looked up at his face and saw that he was still staring at her! When Hermione had been touching herself with him watching she had had the luxury of being able to close her eyes, but closing her eyes now would undermine the point of this whole affair.

“Could you perhaps... you know... not look at me during this?” Hermione asked embarrassed as she looked away.

“Why?” Draco asked dryly, his eyes remaining on her.

“Because it makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“You know Granger...” Draco said, grasping Hermione’s attention by suddenly letting go of his cock. “This really doesn’t have to remain a one-man show.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, although she had a pretty good idea of what he meant.

“Strip!” Draco said roguishly.

“I’m not going to strip,” Hermione replied indignantly. “I’ve already done that once.”

“I know,” Draco said, casually putting his arms behind his neck and ignoring his erection. “And I also know I could use some visual stimuli right about now.”

“Oh please,” Hermione huffed. “Who says you won’t change your mind and bolt out the door again?”

Draco arced his brow questioningly.

“Granger, you’re not honestly thinking I ran off because I was tired of seeing you naked?” he asked unbelievingly. “The reason why I ‘bolted’ out the door was because I had such a major hard-on I was about to come in my pants.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, deflating a little.

“So, with that settled, do you want to...?” Draco started.

“I don’t know...” Hermione stammered.

Who was she kidding, of course she wanted to. For three days she had been wondering if she could get an orgasm like that again if they’d repeat their previous encounter. As she absentmindedly let her eyes rake over Malfoy’s naked chest, his ribs and the slope below them that led her gaze to his flat stomach, his bellybutton, his gorgeous hipbones... she realised that when perhaps her mind hadn’t decided yet, her body sure had. Watching Malfoy had made her body awaken with arousal and she couldn’t deny her attraction to the handsome Slytherin anymore. She knew she wanted to do this, so why not just do it? And besides, it wasn’t as if she’d be showing him anything new. Hermione took a deep breath and started taking off her shoes.

Draco grinned; glad she was willing to go the extra mile. He hungrily looked at her as she took off her shoes, socks, shirt, pants and bra. By the time she was taking off her knickers, his cock was so hard and ached so badly Draco felt like he was about to go insane. He sat himself up and scooted a bit backwards, giving her room on the bed. Once she had settled herself across from him she gave him an awkward smile and tucked some of her hair behind her ear in an act of unease. Merlin, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to see her in rapture again, her cheeks flushed with desire as she brought herself to orgasm.

Hermione was relieved to see Draco’s hand enclosing his shaft again, ending the uncomfortable silence that had shrouded them both. She rested her back against the footboard of the bed and spread her legs a bit. When she touched herself between her legs, she found her sex to be soaking wet already. She dipped her fingers inside her channel and started sliding them in and out. Hermione felt her body starting to awaken as she did the things she knew she liked. She was starting to feel warm and yearning for something elusive. She started noticing visible changes within Malfoy too; his pale body was glistening and flushed with arousal, his breath came out in uneven pants and gasps and his usually cold and mocking eyes were now sparkling and coloured a stormy grey. Sitting before her, she found the embodiment of passion, who at the same time was the incarnation of everything stone cold and icy. Hermione found it incredibly fascinating that Malfoy could be one thing in one moment and completely the opposite in a different situation.

As she watched Draco cupping his balls with his vacant hand and gently rolling them between his fingers, she noticed that she felt less awkward watching him when being watched at the same time. It felt less like an intrusion, since she was undergoing the same thing. They just kept staring at each other as they continued with their pleasurable ministrations. Suddenly Hermione realised that they were keeping up an even pace, Draco keeping the pumps of his hand in line with Hermione’s thrusts. She didn’t know if this was on purpose or not, but it sure heightened her awareness of their actions. She felt the tension build in the pit of her stomach and could sense that she was about to come.

“Are you... there yet?” Draco asked her, avoiding his own climax until she could come, but finding it more difficult with each passing second.

“Uhu,” Hermione responded, not able to articulate anything else at this point. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and sped up her thrusts, desperately needing to come.

As soon as Draco saw her arching back against the footboard, her juices flowing over her fingers, he let himself go. A low grunt escaped his lips as he came, his seed spilling onto his hand and abdomen as he climaxed with a drawn out shudder.

Hermione couldn’t help but smile once she had come back to reality, breathing heavily and satisfied to the core. She didn’t know why, but somehow she felt as if she had just crossed an important milestone. Somehow, sharing orgasms with Malfoy had made her feel grown up all of the sudden. She had expected to feel like this when she lost her virginity, but truth be told, at this moment she had never felt more like a woman.

Just a she was about to close her legs and move off the bed to get dressed again, she felt Malfoy’s hand grasping her ankle.

“Wait...” he said, stopping her.

Hermione looked at him questioningly and was surprised to see an insecure look in his eyes. Perhaps it was because he had just had an orgasm, or maybe it was because of whatever it was he wanted to ask her, but he almost looked boyish.

“Listen, I know this isn’t part of the deal or anything,” Draco began, ”but would you mind it if I just... touched you for a moment?”

“Touched me?” Hermione asked, not getting what he was going on about.

“Do you trust me Granger?” he asked purposefully.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure on how to answer that. But Malfoy didn’t really seem like he really wanted to wait for an answer and plainly urged her to relax against the footboard again. Hermione decided it probably wouldn’t hurt to comply. The innocent way in which he had just asked her if he could touch her had been so endearing she found it difficult to refuse.

“Oh,” Hermione stammered, blushing when she found Malfoy’s hands gently prying her legs open; realising what part of her it was that he wanted to touch. She wasn’t exactly sure if this was a good idea, but she couldn’t deny that she herself had wondered how his cock would feel in her hand; so she couldn’t really find his request to be all that extra-ordinary.

As soon as Draco had ducked in-between her legs, he found himself surrounded with the scent of Hermione. She smelled lovely, he concluded. Her sex was glistening with her juices and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and letting his finger slowly trace her outer folds. He saw Granger stiffen a bit, but she didn’t stop him. He was intrigued with how soft it felt as he continued his exploration.

Hermione had to bite her lip not to whimper. She had never had anyone with his face between her legs before, not even when she had been sleeping with Victor. What she was now engaging in with Malfoy felt insanely intimate. She could feel his breath against the sensitive skin of her sex and his idle hand resting on the inside of her thigh. Hermione couldn’t help it, but she was starting to feel the heavy tingles of arousal again, building in the pit of her stomach.

Draco briefly ran his finger over the surface of her labia, before focusing his attention on her clit. The nub was still swollen and as he squinted his eyes, he could see it pulsing. He didn’t exactly know what came over him in that moment, but suddenly he reached out and put two fingers on either side of her clit; slowly rubbing them back and forth, as Granger had shown him how she liked it. He knew he was taking a risk by doing that, but couldn’t stop himself. Even if Granger shoved him away, at least he had had the chance to try this out for a moment. He gasped suddenly when he felt something enclosing his semi-erect cock and as he looked down, he saw it was Granger’s hand. When he looked up at her face, giving him an insecure smile, he felt like kissing her senseless. This girl was absolutely phenomenal!

Hermione sucked in a breath at feeling his cock throbbing beneath her fingers. She timidly caressed it a bit, curious about how it felt. She concluded that it felt like something really hard, like iron, encased with something really soft, like silk.   During the time she had been intimate with Victor, Hermione had never felt the desire to explore his body the way she was now exploring Malfoy’s. The less time she had had to encounter Victor’s’ cock the better, because all it had done was remind her of the fact that she was frigid. Now, knowing that she wasn’t frigid, there had been a curiosity awakened inside of her.

“You can be a bit more aggressive, you know,” Draco said as he covered her hand with his own and gave his cock a firm squeeze, making Hermione gasp. “It won’t break.”

Hermione nodded and did as told, unable to keep herself from smiling when Malfoy released a pleasured groan. Somehow it made her feel powerful, knowing she could make him express his emotions. Hermione was surprised at how innocent all of this actually felt. It oddly reminded her of when she had been seven years old and one day out of curiosity, she and her cousin Bobby had agreed to show each other their reproductive parts. Granted, she wasn’t seven anymore, Draco wasn’t her cousin and they weren’t just looking (not anymore at least), but still... it didn’t exactly feel at all as sexual as Hermione thought it would feel. And oddly, she didn’t mean it in a bad way.

Draco let his fingers wander away from her clit and after some careful probing, slid them inside her cavern. His mind started spinning at imagining what it must be like to have his cock buried in there. No wonder guys didn’t last long the first time; it was like a tight, wet, volcano. He started thrusting his fingers in and out, doing his best to try and keep a steady pace. He actually thought he was doing a pretty good job, until suddenly he found his hand being covered with her own, stopping him.

“Do you feel this?” she asked, pressing his fingers against her upper wall.

“Yes,” Draco answered, wondering what was so special about her pubic bone.

She then slowly pushed his fingers further in again as he traced her upper wall with it.

“You feel that soft spot behind it?” she asked, Draco nodding in affirmative. “Thrust against it.”

Draco did as told, pulled his fingers out and hit the spot with his fingertips, making Hermione suppress a whimper.

“Congratulations Malfoy, you just found the infamous G-spot,” she grinned impishly.

Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times, not exactly knowing how to react to this. He was stunned at hearing Granger being so open and communicative about this, while at the same time he also had to suppress the reflex to utter ‘So that’s where that is!’. Instead Draco settled for casting her a wayward smirk and gently started drawing some circles over the responsive area, quickly wiping that grin off her face and making her writhe where she sat. He could feel her growing wetter with each passing second. Out of curiosity, he decided to run his fingers in a circle along the walls of her channel, making sure he kept making contact with her G-spot. Her walls felt like velvet against his skin; softer than he could ever have imagined them to be. Draco decided to draw another circle, and the reaction he got for doing that was quite remarkable.

“Where the hell did you learn *that*?” Hermione gasped, her hips arching up to get him closer inside of her.

Draco raised his brow in surprise and repeated his action, and again and again. In line with his circular movements, he also started pumping his fingers in and out; feeling somewhat proud when he made Granger release a strangled ‘ungh’. He didn’t even mind that she was so preoccupied that her hand was barely moving on his cock. She just sort of held it and squeezed it from time to time, probably as a reaction to what he was doing to her.

Hermione moaned in ecstasy when she felt Draco softly caressing the underside of her right breast. She looked at him as he experimentally ran his thumb in a circle over her nipple and watched it harden. She thought he looked just like a kid eagerly testing out his new toy. She gasped when he cupped her breast into his hand, pushing it up and gently kneading it.

Draco was grinning like a child who had just opened his Christmas presents. And boy what a present he got this year! These breasts were just amazing; soft, warm, nice to look at, bouncy and apparently also quite wonderfully reactive to being touched. Girls should get a medal for getting through the day without constantly copping themselves a feel.

Hermione hummed contently as Draco kept on affectionately kneading her breast. She had long forgone trying to stroke Malfoy’s cock, but luckily he didn’t seem to mind very much. Usually she was an expert at doing several things at the same time, but right now she honestly couldn’t even manage to do anything but be a passive recipient. It was just too much, all the touching and the pleasuring. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t move, she-... oh! Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her sockets when suddenly Draco leaned in and enclosed his lips around her nipple. As he gently started suckling and nipping at the responsive skin, Hermione thought her brain was about to blow a fuse. She grabbed Draco’s hair and pressed him closer against her breast as she tilted her head back. His hair felt so incredibly soft between her fingers. Her entire body was shaking and shuddering from pent up tension. This wasn’t just looking or innocently touching anymore; it was actively enjoying each other’s bodies. She might have stopped to think that the situation really wasn’t as innocent as it had started, but she was too preoccupied with enjoying the feel of Draco circling his tongue around her perky nipple.

Draco’s lips had started trailing away from her nipple, kissing along her breast and up to her collarbone. Hermione sighed with satisfaction when he found her neck and started searching for the sensitive spots there. She gasped when he found a particularly responsive one and started attacking it with his lips, sucking, nipping and gently biting down to leave a love-bite. Hermione had grabbed hold of Draco’s back, holding unto him like a life preserver. She felt Draco kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear, making her passion spiral even higher. Good lord, all the skin-to-skin contact was maddening. His firm chest was pressing up against her breasts, his hair tickling her cheeks, his erection pressing against her stomach... it was too much. His fingers were swiftly pumping in and out of her, her juices trickling down her legs, which were trembling as she sat on her knees before him. She knew she was about to climax, and she feared she might come so hard she’d pop out a joint in the process.

Draco groaned when Hermione suddenly grabbed his bum, pressing him tighter against her and coincidentally rubbing his erection against her stomach. He released her neck and admired the love-bite he had left there; somehow it felt good to have her marked as his. He lovingly licked the sensitive spot below her ear, trailed kisses along her jaw, the soft skin of her cheek until suddenly –even to his own surprise- he found himself kissing her lips.

Hermione felt as if time had suddenly stopped when Draco’s soft, full lips were pressing against hers. Her eyes flew open in shock and in reflex she pulled back and broke the kiss. Immediately after doing so, she felt mournful about the decision. She would have realised that the kiss had actually felt rather nice, if she hadn’t stopped to think about who it had been attached to those soft lips.

What was she doing?

What was she doing getting fingered by Malfoy?

Why was she kissing Malfoy?

And why did it feel so bloody nice? They were the same damn lips from which the most dreadful insults had slipped and hurt her for years!

Hermione unexpectedly felt herself shuddering. Malfoy’s hand had left her sex, which left her feeling incredibly empty. She had been so close to release that she almost felt like crying in loss. Did she really have to analyse everything every time? She had never experienced this kind of passion with anyone, and maybe never would again. For months, she had spent every night in fear that she might not be able to find the kind of passion she yearned for; that no one might be able to pleasure her the way she herself could. Should she slap away the hands that so swiftly had learned to pleasure her? But, for Gods sake, did she even so much as like Malfoy?

Why did this have to be so complicated? First she liked Ron, but he hadn’t made a move on her. Then she liked Victor, but they turned out not to be compatible. She actively disliked Malfoy, whom ironically did make a move and did prove very much to be compatible with her. Was the universe mocking her or something?

It was then and there that Hermione made the decision to stop analysing things and go with what felt right. Even if this turned out to be a mistake, she could still look back on this moment with a smile. When she was old and wrinkled, she wanted to be able to think back on her youth with a fond smile and not with regrets of things she hadn’t experienced. Whatever may come, she’d always have the memory of that night of passion with that handsome blond boy who had been so completely wrong for her it had turned into a right. It was a mathematical truth really: multiply a negative by a negative and you get a positive. And knowing that mathematics is a universal language, Hermione concluded that this situation probably made more sense than either she or Malfoy could see. After all, it doesn’t seem to make sense that two negatives can make a positive, but it does anyway. Maybe she and Malfoy could also be one of those things that just is, whether it looked like it made sense or not.

Draco looked down at the girl who was sitting on her knees before him, who seemed to be as lost and confused about this situation as he was. They were both panting, their skin damp and their eyes glazed over. For a moment he thought she was going to tell him that it would be better if she left, but then suddenly she put her hands on either side of his face and stretched up to capture his lips with her own. Draco quickly responded, deciding that it simply felt good to kiss her and not pausing to think about what it could or should mean. When she opened her mouth to him, he snaked his tongue inside and curled it alongside hers. She whimpered in the back of her throat as he started sucking her tongue; revelling in the taste of her.

Hermione didn’t know if she or if Draco had been the one to first start readjusting their position, or perhaps they had just started doing it at the same time; but suddenly she found herself flat on her back with Draco in-between her legs. Their lips parted and Draco stared at her, looking at her imploringly. Were they really doing this? When had either of them decided to do this? Draco supposed that their minds were of little importance at this moment and their bodies were in charge now. He’d be stupid if he didn’t want to go through with it, but did she want to?

Hermione gave him a small and curt nod as she nervously bit her lip. Honestly, she didn’t know what she’d do if he backed out now. Luckily for her, he didn’t. She tightly held unto his back as he pushed into her. He slid into her easily, stretching her which every inch he entered her more deeply.

Draco was now completely sheathed inside of her and it was so... buggering Hell, he wasn’t going to last a minute! He pulled back and thrust back in. In and out, in and out; trying to keep some sort of a rhythm, but failing miserably. Hermione had wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking them together with her ankles. She was breathing against his shoulder, her breath coming out in long shudders and almost inaudible gasps. He felt her fingers digging in his shoulder blades. He wanted to keep his eyes open and look into hers –he knew she liked it- but couldn’t. So hot, so tight, so bloody perfect... couldn’t hold on. Draco completely lost it when Hermoine suddenly broke apart beneath him, her inner walls clamping down around his cock and dragging out his inevitable orgasm. He felt as if he had been hit by lightning, every joint in his body locking shut as sparks of light erupted behind his eyes. His seed spurted inside of her body, her climax milking his release. With a prolonged shudder he collapsed on top of her, completely spent and unable to move.

Hermione felt him panting heavily against her neck, his body pressing on top of her. She smiled happily and wrapped her arms around Draco’s back, preventing him from lifting himself off her for a little while longer. She vaguely recalled reading something about an ancient Greek custom, that when someone had died people would ask one thing about the deceased: ‘Did he have passion?’. When, in days, months or years to come, Hermione’s body has turned cold, her eyes have glazed over and set on infinity, her family and friends mourning around her lifeless body and celebrating her life; she could rest easy and know people would be able to answer that question with a firm ‘yes’. She couldn’t contain herself from laughing out loud at this. She, Hermione Granger, had finally known passion.

“What’s so funny, Granger?” Draco asked, amused.

“Nothing,” Hermione giggled, looking up at the handsome Slytherin who was giving her an enquiring look.

“I hope it wasn’t my performance you find so amusing?” he said with a smirk.

“What? Oh no, it’s not that, I just...” Hermione stammered with a blush, only then realising that she had just deflowered Draco Malfoy.

“Granger?” Draco interrupted calmly, slowly rolling himself off her and relieving her of his weight.

“Yes?” Hermione enquired as she rolled herself on her side to face him.

“I wasn’t your first, was I?” he asked, slowly running his hand over her thigh and up the side of her body.

“No,” Hermione admitted.

Draco slowly nodded, seemingly in deep contemplation.

“Granger?” he spoke up again.

“Yes?”

“Was I your best, though?”

Hermoine opened her mouth, but decisively closed it again.

“I’m going to refrain from answering that one” Hermione said.

“What? Why?”

“Because your head already is too big for your shoulders as it is,” she answered.

“Ah, so I was your best!” Draco grinned.

“I didn’t say that,” Hermione warned.

“Yes, you did,” Draco said as he playfully pinched her sides.

“Oh, stop it!” Hermione yelped. “I-, oh, Draco, stop tickling me!”

“Say I was your best!” Draco pressed as he tickled Hermione mercilessly, making her buck and writhe all over the bed.

“No!” Hermione shrieked, her eyes leaking with tears as she giggled and yelped in playful distress. “Stop it or I’m giving you your virginity back!”

Draco snorted at that.

“You can’t give me my virginity back, Granger,” he said matter-of-factly as he stopped tickling her. “You took it and now you’re stuck with it, whether you like it or not.”

         “Yes, well, you live in a boarding school; so if you just keep something lying around, tempting people to take it, you shouldn’t feel surprised if anyone just comes by and takes it away,” Hermione said wisely.

         “Wise words,” Draco said curtly. “In the light of that theory; I’m officially taking this breast as mine and you can’t be surprised about it.”

         Hermione gasped when Draco playfully tackled her and possessively latched his lips around her nipple. She giggled as she felt his tongue tickling her a bit and lovingly ran her hands through his hair as he feasted on her nipple. Her eyes drifted shut as her mind briefly thought back on her theory of two negatives creating a positive. Hermione smiled at thinking about the big honking positive they had managed to create.

         “What are you thinking about?” Draco asked, watching her smile.

         “Arithmancy,” Hermione simply answered, and then laughed at seeing the startled look on Draco’s face.

         Suddenly she saw his head duck back down, muttering something about ‘putting a stop to that’, and starting to kiss his way down her body. Hermione released a gasp that quickly turned into a giggle when he circled her bellybutton with his tongue. In the few moments that her brain was still functioning properly, she made a quick mental note to frequently mention schoolwork during the intimate moments that were still to come.

         ...

         Very frequently.

***** THE END*****
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