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What you want	By : LalendaFenvarrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Here's part 2. Thank you for the R&R's! Enjoy.
What you want.
Part 2.
“Oh Merlin.”
Hermione froze. Had she uttered that out loud?
A groan came from over near the running water. Hermione’s eyes widened, he’s not..?
A moan, some slapping sounds and a hissed “yes.”
Oh no, he was.
‘Forget your clothes Hermione! Draco Malfoy is masturbating while you are in the room, just imagine what he’ll do if he finds you,’ her mind screamed at her. Quickly inching forward the doorway became clear in front of her. Hermione tugged on the handle only to find it locked.
‘Great, locked in a bathroom naked and with a naked and masturbating Malfoy,’ Hermione quickly turned and started back for the private cubicles, she would just have to hide and try to block him out.
“Merlin..”
Hermione clenched her teeth and tried blocking his moans out. She tried not to imagine what he looked like through the steam, him naked and wet, his hand stroking his length, ’FOCUS!’
“Hermione..”
Her feet slipped and she almost toppled. Waving her arms out Hermione regained her balance. Surely she had heard wrong or she had been caught but when she didn’t hear an angry Malfoy she started moving again. She had heard wrong, that was all. The cubicles were in sight, just a little further.
“Oh Merlin, yes Hermione, yes.”
Jerking in surprise she lost her footing and tripped over a pile of clothes. She landed in a heap on the slippery floor. A squeak erupted from below her as her bottom slid along the floor. Silence filled the room except for the water, perhaps he hadn’t noticed.
“Who’s there?” Malfoy called out. Hermione stayed quiet and didn’t move. “I heard you and I know you’re there.” No answer. Wet footsteps started towards her.
Hermione swore silently and half scurried, half slid into a private cubicle.
“Hiding won’t help you.” Anger was in his voice. She was toast.
Hermione sat up on the ledge usually used for clothing or toiletries. She wished she had her wand but it would be in her pants pocket. A door slammed open. It was the cubicle two up from her current hiding place. Slam! The cubicle next to hers, she was next. Hermione pulled her knees up and buried her face in her knees. This was going to be humiliating. Slam! Hermione flinched and covered her head with her arms. Silence followed and for a second Hermione thought perhaps she hadn’t been discovered.
She heard a shaky breath. “Granger?”
How had he known it was her? Biting her lip and scrunching her eyes together she wished for this whole situation to be erased. But when she peaked out of the corner of her eye and saw his naked figure before her she knew it wasn’t going to happen. What would he do? He didn’t look angry, more surprised and unsure. Why wasn’t he yelling? She’d caught him masturbating and to thoughts of her of all people.
“Hi,” came her muffled reply as she kept her face hidden.
“What are you doing in here? And why are you naked?” He sounded perplexed.
She sighed and looked up at him making sure to look at his face and nowhere else. The first thing that came to her mind was the truth. “Thinking,” what could be the harm in admitting that?
He quirked an eyebrow. “Naked?”
“Not like that!” and she blushed as she realised again what he was thinking about not so long before. A part of her wondered though, what he was imagining her doing to him.
“Then thinking how?” He stepped forward and her eyes darted to his chiselled chest and back to his face. Something bobbed in her lower peripheral vision.
“Can you just forget it please? Just forget this whole mess and go our separate ways? This is embarrassing for both of us.”
But Malfoy didn’t move.
“I honestly didn’t think anyone was still awake, I didn’t know you’d come in here..”
Malfoy wanted an answer and he wasn’t moving without one. Curse him and his confidence in his body. Malfoy knew Hermione wouldn’t move as long as she was naked.
“I was thinking.. about how something can be sexy,” She mumbled defeated.
“And what were you thinking of that required you to be naked?”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and felt her cheeks flame with heat. “Shaved and not shaved.” ‘Merlin kill me now.’
“What prompted this? The Weasel not like what he saw?”
Anger flared in her at the memory of Ron and tears threatened to fall. Hermione turned her head away.
“Ah so he didn’t.” He said quietly.
Hermione rounded her head back to Malfoy. “What’s it to you? Trying to get me angry so I’ll stand up and give you some real material to think about?” The words had left her mouth before she could stop them. Hermione’s hands flew to her mouth, knocking her knees and causing her feet to slip on the slick ledge. While her arms hid her breasts her mass of natural curls were visible to him. Quickly she pulled her knees back up but his hand was on top of them in one lightning fast movement. His hand pushed her knees back down and slowly pulled them apart. Malfoy crouched down between her knees and looked up to her face. He licked his lips as he prepared the words on his tongue.
“No but I do find the real thing so much better than what I could ever imagine.”
He was messing with her, he had to be. She looked straight past him and focused on the wall. How did he expect her to respond to that?
“Granger, do you know why I try to rile you up?” He looked up at her and she down at him. Hermione had to admit that he looked incredibly delicious kneeling down between her legs. Yet he was looking at her face and not her chest which was at his eye level.
She shook her head.
“I do it, not to hurt you, I know you’re tougher than to let words get to you, but because I love the way you look when you get fired up. Your eyes light up and your face is flushed, you look alive, wild, an uncontrollable lioness..”
“That you want to tame?” Hermione whispered.
“No, I like you wild,” Malfoy smirked. It wasn’t his usual smirk though, Hermione noticed, it had an allure to it.
“What do you want me to say to that Malfoy?”
His grey eyes searched hers for a second, hesitating. “Be my lioness.”
Hermione sat wide eyed, “But- what- I’m a Muggle-born and you’re a Pureblood.” He obviously had forgotten this.
“Yes and you’re female, I’m male.”
“Your father-“
“Is a pompus ass who is locked up in Azkaban and out of my life. I’ve wanted you Hermione, I’ve wanted you for a long time. Finally in all my life I can finally go for what I want, what I truly want.”
“And that’s me? Malfoy, I think you’ve had one too many bludgers to the head.”
The look that crossed his face.. He looked crushed. It made Hermione regret her words a little.
“I am serious.”
Hermione hesitated before answering again, she didn’t know why but she didn’t want to see that look cross his face again.
“Granger, I’m not asking you this so I can get into your pants, I may have now seen you naked but it’s you that I want to get to know, not your body. That, if you were willing to share, would just be a bonus. Yes, I am a guy so you can count on my using this memory of you naked but that isn’t why I’m asking you this. For years you’ve been the only girl to be able to keep up with me intellectually and I want to get to know you better. Show me what an idiot I’ve been for listening to my father. Be my lioness.”
“I just got out of a relationship not even 2 hours ago. Do you want to be a rebound?” Was she really considering this?
“Why not, if it gives me a shot with you?”
“And.. hair doesn’t bother you?”
“No, it’s natural.. primal,” Draco smirked up at her.
Hermione mulled it over in her head. Why would she give her childhood bully a chance?
‘Because he’s kneeling in front of you naked and is staring into your eyes.’
‘But he called me names.’
‘Names, shmames, he was right, I don’t let his words get to me anymore, I’m better than that.’
‘He could be using me.’
‘To what end?’
‘To sleep with me.’
‘There’s an easy way to find out.’
‘But that risks him taking advantage of me.’
‘Or me taking advantage of him. He’s attractive, obviously finds me physically attractive, rumour has it he’s an experienced lover..’
‘And the sight of him between my legs is incredibly arousing..’
Hermione looked Malfoys face over. Despite her preference for dark haired men Malfoy was quite attractive in an exotic sense considering her tastes. She bit her lip.
“On one condition.”
The look of surprise on his face was almost comical.
“Tell me,” She slid forward on the ledge towards him, her naked body almost pressing against his. “What you were imagining about before.”
“Er, what?”
“It’s only fair. I told you what I was in here thinking about, now it’s your turn.”
Pink arose in his cheeks. “Well.. I ah.. was thinking of your hands and mouth.. on..” He closed his eyes unsure if he should keep going.
“On what? On this?” Hermione shot her hand down between her legs and grabbed his semi hard cock. Draco hissed. Hermione lent forward and grazed her lips over his. “On your cock?”
“What are you doing?”
‘What am I doing? This is what Ron said that I always do.. tease’
“God’s Granger! If you’re not going to follow through it would be best for you to remove your hand.”
Hermione bit her lip. An urge like she hadn’t felt before built up in her core and she was dying for Malfoy to deal with it. She lent that little bit more forward and captured his lips. He was soft with his kisses which only made her want to pounce on him. She needed to feel him against her so she slid off the ledge and into his lap. Draco let in a shaky breath as she grazed against his cock. He trailed kisses along her jaw and onto the left side of her neck.
‘Oh dear Merlin! This is so much better than I thought it would be.’
Draco found a particularly sensitive spot and sucked. It was enough to almost make her cum right there. His hands moved up from her waist and cupped her breasts, thumbs rolling over her pebbled nipples. Hermione’s body writhed against him and she started moving up and down slightly unbeknownst to her. Hermione was in heaven, she hadn’t felt this good ever. Her hips instinctively flexed and rotated towards Draco’s in a primal attempt to urge him forward. One such up and forward thrust caused his erect penis to slide between her wet folds.
“Fuck! Hermione, stop!”
“Huh?” Hermione looked straight at his face.
“Do you realise what position you are in? If you move down I am going to slip inside you.”
She let out a moan and began to kiss and suck his neck. Draco moved to his side to lie on the bathroom floor and have her straddling him. The position looked even better than his fantasies. There he reached between her legs, he felt her stiffen as he ran his fingers through her pubic hair. Draco dipped his middle finger through her folds to feel her dripping wet core. His finger grazed over her sensitive nub causing a slight jump. Draco pulled Hermione into a kiss and let his fingers work.
“Ever been fingered before?” Two said fingers flickered over her clit.
“N-no.”
“Do you want me to,” his fingers moved to her entrance and traced the opening, “Fuck you with them?” he slowly entered one finger.
“Oh Draco! Yes!”
A second was added and the pumping began with his thumb rubbing over her clit. Draco curled his fingers into a ‘come hither’ motion that he knew hit the right spot on most girls. He watched as she rode is fingers above him but Hermione couldn’t take it anymore.
“I need you.”
Draco looked up in surprise at the girl. Never had he been told that he was needed and he certainly didn’t expect to hear it from her.
“Here?”
“Yes. I don’t care.” Hermione reached for his cock between her legs.
“Let’s at least be slightly more comfortable.” Draco picked himself and Hermione up off the floor and walked over to where his clothes lay. He put her down and proceeded to spread his quidditch cloak out on the floor. Hermione marvelled at his body as he moved. His toned muscles caused a stirring inside her once more. “Now, come here,” he smiled.
Hermione felt her breath leave her. That smile was such a turn on. She moved over to him on his cloak. It was indeed much softer than the floor. Draco scooped her into his arms and lay her on the cloak. He positioned himself above her and at her entrance. Draco suckled on her neck once more and traced her entrance with his head.
“Ready?” Draco looked in her eyes.
“Yes.” Hermione told herself to keep her eyes open, she wanted to see him.
Draco pushed his penis into her opening, sliding smoothly in, she was so wet. All of his control had to be used not to fuck her like an animal then and there. He slowly thrust in and out, building to a steady pace. He looked down at her and she back at him. Pleasure built in Hermione’s core, after all the foreplay this was going to push her over the edge. Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to move faster. Draco obliged and rammed into her over and over.
“Oh yes Draco! I’m going to cum!”
“That’s it, cum around my cock.”
Hermione wrapped her arms around to his back and ran her nails over his skin. He groaned, scratching was one of his turn ons. Hermione felt her vaginal muscles begin to flutter and clench.
“Draco! Ah!” Hermione let out an orgasmic scream and unconsciously dug her nails into his back causing him to cum right after her.
They both lay there, coming down from their orgasmic highs.
“Can I take that as a yes?” Draco whispered into her ear. “Will you be my lioness?”
“If we can have more sex like that, fuck yes!” Hermione had never felt this exhilarated, alive.
Draco laughed. He was happy; for once in his life he was genuinely happy.
“I’m never washing this cloak.”
He pulled Hermione into him and she joined in with his laughter.
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