Monuments and Melodies | By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He raised an eyebrow at her over his cup as he took a drink of coffee. He put his cup down and mentally bit the bullet, “Hermione, why have we never tried to date each other?”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
He chuckled, “I’ve been thinking about it, a lot. Maybe it’s time we tried it. I like you, and well, I’m me, what is there not to like?” He was smirking as he said it.
“I can think of several thousand things not to like about you,” she said with a smile.
He took her hand, “Seriously, Granger. Would you be interested in dating me? I certainly am interested in dating you.”
She thought about it, her mind getting distracted by the roughness of his fingers as they gently stroked her knuckles. “I am, as long as you realize,” his hand tightened over hers and he began grinning like a loon. She smiled back, “Listen Draco, it’s important. I… I don’t…” she was unsure of how to tell him what was on her mind.
He stood and kneeled next to her chair. She crossed her legs and put her hands folded in her lap. He covered her hands with one of his, looking up at her. “You don’t know how to be in a relationship?” he asked.
She smiled thinly, pain in her eyes, “Yes, or almost everything that goes with it.”
He paused, thinking of all the things that her statement implied. “Will you explain?”
She sighed, “When Ron and I first started dating… it was… tumultuous, to say the least.” Draco sat back down and took a sip of coffee. He grabbed his cigarettes from the table and lit one, offering it to her. “Thank you, we fought like cats and dogs, day in and day out. Finally he accused me of cheating on him because I did not want to…” she sighed, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I think I understand what his problem was,” Draco said quietly, a dark look coming over his pale features. “Stupid, bloody-“
“Stop there. Anyway, I haven’t spoken to him in person since then, only through letters.”
“So I take it you two never went on dates or..?”
She wiped away a tear, her hands shaking. “No. Only fought. After Voldemort was killed, we were riding on this high and went off to a secluded little area of the grounds.” She hesitated then blurted, “He all but raped me. It was so horrible I couldn’t ever think of trying to do it again, and he would tell me how he had urges that needed to be filled and that I didn’t satisfy him then and I couldn’t afterward because he was always belittling me in private.” Her voice cracked and she began to sob.
He put her cigarette out and took her hands, “Hermione, look at me.” She did. “Ron is the one at fault. Not you. He didn’t know what he was doing. You cannot blame yourself for his ineptitude.”
She began nibbling at her lower lip. He gave her a moment to think it over. “OK, I will accept that as a valid argument,” she said with a small smile, “But, I just want you to remember I am pretty uncomfortable with sexual things…”
“That’s not what a relationship is about,” he said with a surprised look on his face.
She started nibbling her lips again, “What is it about, then?” she asked softly.
“It’s about getting to know each other thoroughly. We hardly know each other, right? We’re in many of the same classes and we have been for a very long time, but neither of us knows the other, right? Other than through rumor, I mean, and even then, I’m sure none of the rumor we’ve heard about each other is right, or as insightful as what we could learn about one another through conversations. I would love to be intimate with you, but there is a lot more to intimacy than having sex.”
“… What do we do then?” she asked innocently.
“We just spend time together, we go out for meals together dressed up sometimes, sometimes I might feel like holding your hand in public or kissing the hell out of you- like now when you use that tone of voice, but that will and can wait until you’re ready.”
She looked at him quietly for a moment, “I really feel like I don’t know you now, since when are you so open?”
He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the knuckles and said against her hand, “When people open up to me, I am happy to be more open with them.”
He brushed his lips across her knuckle, making her neck tingle. What a strange sensation it was!
*Snippets from the next 4 months*
Midterms- They studied together in the freezing library, quizzing each other, Draco laughing at the faces she made when trying to remember an answer.
Progress on kissing came shortly afterwards, during a late night movie session on Halloween, he taught her by example how exactly to tongue kiss, and was rewarded by how good she got at it. Punished by the number of cold showers he took from her blossoming expertise.
They had a brief argument when she wanted to go back to living on her own, he convinced her to stay using all his manipulation tactics at his fingertips.
They got very close to one another; they learned a lot about one another in general and decided that they both liked the other a great deal.
**
In the middle of the night Hermione woke freezing. It was mid-December already and she only had one cover. She tried to turn on the light only to discover the power was out. She picked up her wand “Lumos,” She whispered into the dark. She heard footsteps coming down the hall. She got up and wrapped the blanket around her tank and panty- clad form, and opened the door to Draco- similarly clad in a blanket. “Powers out,” She told him.
“Bloody freezing in here,” he answered.
“Sh-sh-should we share body heat?” She asked as a bout of shivers hit her.
He came and wrapped his arms and blanket around her, “Any time, cold one.”
She laughed, “Come in?”
“Oh no, ma’am, you come to my room. My bed is much bigger than yours.”
She followed, realizing she had forgotten to grab pants. Oh well, he probably won’t notice through his sleep pants, she thought.
Draco flopped himself down on the bed, near the headboard, blanket fluttering over him. She giggled, still holding her lit wand in front of her. On his side, holding his head with one hand and gesturing extravagantly with the other, he said in an overly dramatic voice, “You may enter milady. Please dis-blanket and prepare for extreme cuddling!”
She laughed at him, and suddenly realized her dress. “Uh, Draco? I ah… have no pants on… could you… turn around?”
He sighed, then, with a wicked grin continued in the same voice, “I would absolutely love to see you with no pants on, milady, do not be afraid, for I have seen the basic plan for what parts you have, it is not foreign to me!”
She realized that he was right and that she was comfortable enough to lay with him in this fashion, but nervous about him seeing it, she mentally called herself stupid and pulled off the blanket.
Draco considered himself a patient man, especially when it came to this beautiful girl, but four months of nothing but wanking and cold showers had begun to wear on him. At the sight of her dressed in only the barest of coverings… well. I can think of a great way to warm us up, he thought to himself devilishly.
She spread the blanket across his bed and crawled in next to him, nervous. She began worrying her lower lip and turned off her wand’s light. She lay on her back, nervous as she had ever been.
He touched her arm, she jumped. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” He kissed her shoulder, “I would never hurt you,” He kissed her again, a little closer to her neck.
“I know that Draco.”
“Turn to your side, and let me hold you, we will warm up much faster that way,” he said, kissing her again, still closer to her neck.
She turned, he pulled her into the crook of his body. The heat coming off him was amazing. It was like sitting next to a fire.
He had pulled her just high enough so that she couldn’t feel his erection, but god, how he wanted to be nestled between her barely clad ass cheeks. He settled for burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he rumbled from behind her. His breath tickling the back of her neck in places where he had yet to touch, and suddenly the fire he was giving off lit in her. Her skin was suddenly too sensitive; she was tingling all over; there was a certain clench down deep between her hips. She breathed in deeply as aimed to control her body’s reaction to him.
Ah ha! He thought. She probably thinks that was just a deep breath, but no, that was almost a moan. He suddenly knew what the problem was, not the Ron information she had previously given, she doesn’t know how to lose control.
He put his arm around her stomach and scooted her closer to him. He left his hand on her belly, making little circles below her bellybutton, and spoke softly again, “So tomorrow, we don’t have anything to do?”
Her body desperately wanted to arch as the combined sensations assaulted her, his rough tipped fingers lazily stroking her was bad enough, but the feeling of his lips on her neck as he spoke was maddening. Her voice strained, she managed, “No.”
Inwardly, he grinned. “Is there something wrong? You sound a little…” to emphasize the next word he squeezed her hip, “Stressed.”
She gasped, something was going on with her body. It was similar to what happened when they kissed for a few minutes, but stronger, sweeter, more pressing. “I don’t know Draco, I feel strange.”
His hand stilled, she had practically moaned that out. He lifted his head a little, “How do you feel?” He was absolutely terrified of scaring her with her body’s reactions to being touched in the ways he was touching her.
“Tingly, and warm.” Normal voice. He recognized the symptoms of arousal and kissed the back of her neck. She moaned, “Oh and these delicious pressures coming and going.”
He rested his lips on the back of her neck trying to figure out what to say. He raised his head to her ear and told her, “That’s arousal, dear one. If I were to touch that sweet little pussy of yours I bet it would be soaked.”
Her body clenched stronger and she couldn’t help but to arch her back, her body seeming to search for something behind her.
“Mmm, that’s it, isn’t it? You want me to touch you.”
He grabbed her chin and turned her face to him, kissing her over her shoulder. He moved up slightly on the bed to get a better angle and he brushed against her heat. She arched again. Her body rubbed against him, he broke the kiss and looked at her. He growled, “Say if you want to stop,”
“I don’t want to stop, Draco. Please,” she turned onto her back, “Please touch me.”
His heart seemed to stop, time seemed to stop. His mind surely stopped. His body took over. He lifted her hands above her head, straining her shirt over her chest. He lifted his long frame over her, and started kissing her harder. He held her hands in one of his, and the other traced her arm on the way to the places he desperately wanted to touch.
His hand met the fabric of her tank and his mind suddenly turned back on, he remembered how bad her first time had been and he realized he needed to make her want this as badly as he did. He caressed the exposed parts of her breasts, she sighed into his mouth. He moved his lips to her neck and his hand moved to the exposed part of her stomach.
He started kissing down her chest, following the path his hand had just enjoyed. As he dipped his tongue into the valley, her back raised off the bed, his hand roughly grabbed her hip. She moaned, softly. He pulled her hands up and lifted her off the bed long enough to take off her shirt. He let go of her hands in favor of the creamy globes. Her hands tangled in his hair as he bent to kiss her again.
His kisses were starting to lose finesse. He was still in control, but only just so. Her moans were becoming more and more fevered- they were the reason for him beginning to lose it. He let go of her and braced his weight on his hands while he used his legs to spread hers.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and pressed up against his throbbing erection. She breathed in a shaky gasp. Something about his hardness pressing against her was giving her a low level of satisfaction, not enough to stop the clenching, but enough for now.
He groaned, wanting to bury himself inside of her so badly. Instead, he moved down her body to take a nipple into his mouth.
Her whole world was focused on that nipple, his tongue rubbing against it then he would suck and oh, how that wakened a fire inside of her. She grabbed his shoulders and her nails dug in and she moaned out his name.
She felt him shift slightly, and suddenly one of his hands was reaching from behind one of her legs and stroking her inner thigh. “Oh, Draco, please,” She cried out, without knowing exactly what she was asking for.
His hand moved slightly closer to her core, and he raised his head, “Please what?”
“Draco, I need you.”
“You need me to do what?”
“To… to… to…”
He moved his face to her ear and whispered to her, “Say: Draco I want you to put your fingers inside of me and suck on my clit.”
“Yes Draco, please.”
“Say it.”
“Draco, I want… I want you to put… your fingers…”
The way she was moaning out the words was going straight to his dick.
“Inside me.” He grunted and moved her panties to the side, gently stroking her slit. Her hips rose and rocked trying to get his fingers in side of her.
“Is that all?” He asked.
“I want you to suck… on my … clit!” She was out of breath and straining to get him to rub her harder.
He ducked down between her legs practically ripping her panties off of her in his haste. He buried his face in her trimmed mound, inhaling her sweetness. She bucked her hips at his closeness. “Mmm, yes ma’am, I will do as you ask.” His fingers first, going up and down her slit, spreading her open to his gaze, slowly entering her. His tongue next, licking up her juices he’d just spread, circling her clit, and then finally as he started pumping his fingers sucking on her clit. Her entire body was like stone, she was so overwhelmed by the sensations. He frowned and stopped sucking. “You alright?”
“S-s-s-orta” she moaned.
“Relax, it’s not going to hurt. Have I hurt you at all?”
“No.” She breathed out, as though a sigh of relief.
“Just enjoy it,” he swiped his tongue across her clit again.
She all but screamed, he decided her clit may be too sensitive for him to play with. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. Her body relaxed slightly.
He found tongue fucking her more enjoyable than he probably should. Normally, he was not into eating girls out, something had just suddenly come over him, and he needed to. He was glad he did, she tasted like apples.
He was so absorbed in her flavor and her motions, he had not noticed that she was about to come. What brought his attention to it was when she suddenly started moaning his name. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and felt her suddenly tense up. Her pussy trying to milk his fingers was a feeling that he was afraid he would never be able to stop thinking of.
He pulled out his fingers and looking straight into her eyes, licked them clean. He crawled over her body in a predatory way and kissed her. She sucked his lips and tongue in the most suggestive fashion.
He pulled back, “Not finished, then, love?”
She hesitated, blushing in the dark. “That was good, but I think I have a hankering for something… a bit bigger?”
He leaned into her ear, “You want me to fuck you Hermione? You want me to stick my cock into you and fuck you?”
She turned her head towards his ear and nibbled the lobe, Draco moaned. She kissed his neck in the places he liked. He pressed his hips onto hers, his sleep pants in the way. She whispered into his ear, “I want you to fuck me, Draco. I want you to stick your cock in me and fuck me.”
Draco growled, “Yes ma’am.”
His pants seemed to disappear suddenly they were both gloriously naked pressing against the other. He took his straining dick in his hand and held himself against her entrance. He wet himself with her juices, and slowly entered her. Tight, wet, heat he was losing control, Trees, Quiddich, Swing sets Control came back.
He pulled back slightly, spreading her juices even further onto himself. He worked for what seemed like an eternity to get all the way inside her, perspiring, barely in control of his hips.
She suddenly tensed and came as he was fully inside her. He pulled back and slammed into her, making her come again. The feeling of her body milking him, hearing her screaming his name, he lost it. He started pounding into her. She was moaning and coming every few seconds. He was so close, so close.
Finally, the ball of tension in his gut let go and he came, groaning her name into her hair.
He flopped onto the bed next to her, breathing hard, and basking in the afterglow.
She lay there, listening to his breathing, wondering if he would fall asleep immediately.
He turned to her and rose up on an elbow. He cupped her face in his hand and told her, “You were wonderful, love.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm before,” she answered.
He chuckled. “I can show you how to do it to yourself tomorrow, if you’d like.”
“You can??” She said excitedly.
He kissed her, and then asked, “Did it hurt?”
“No, not at all. Just very tiring.”
“Mm hmm, want to cuddle again?”
She turned to her side and curled into him in response.
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