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How To Train Your Auror	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies
The beautiful kind, making up for lost time,
Taking flight, making me feel right
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
Come back and tell me why
I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time, oh, oh, oh.
And meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind.
"Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran
"How was your date?" Draco asked Hermione as she stepped through the floo and into the den of the Manor. He was seated at the desk in the back corner, strumming his fingers over Ron's files. There was a crease between his brows as he stared down at the blank pages. How long had he been here, she wondered?
"It was terrible," she replied. She could still feel the tingle on her lips, even though it had been over an hour since Greg Diggle had attempted to kiss her. She had gone home and scrubbed herself thoroughly to remove any trace of him, but he still lingered. It frightened her. Whatever magic he had used, it was strong. "How was your evening with Harry?"
"It was terrible." Draco smirked. He turned around in his chair, draping his legs over the sides and resting his chin on the headrest. He no longer wore his traditional attire; he was dressed simple: a dark grey button up with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and black slacks. His Mark demanded attention against the ivory tone of his skin. As if he knew that her eyes had wandered there, he gave a drawn out stretch that pushed his arms far up in the air, pulling the skin of his them tight. Then he smiled. "You changed your clothes."
"Of course I did," she frowned, glancing down at her blue pencil skirt and white blouse that plumed at the sleeves. Her hair fell in curls again around her cheeks, and Astoria's makeup had been washed away. "I wanted to look presentable for our dinner."
"You look beautiful," he told her quietly. "Come here."
She crossed the room, her Mary-Janes clicking along the stone floor. She had something tucked behind her back, and Draco noticed. Without a word, she smiled and pulled a tiny, blue bear out into the open. "Diggle won this for me on our date."
"Did he?" His voice was amused.
"I thought we might burn it."
He cracked a grin. "That's one of the sexiest things you've ever said to me."
"Astoria?"
"She and Scorpius are staying with Potter for the night. We weren't sure if Diggle would try to come in when he brought you back."
"No… I wouldn't let him."
"Something wrong?"
"No." She shook her head. She knew she should talk about it, but she didn't want to spoil the evening, so she smiled and insisted, saying, "I'm just glad to see you."
He reached a lazy arm out and pulled her close to the chair. Hermione tossed the tiny bear onto the table and bent over to kiss Draco. But when her lips were less than an inch away, something stung. It felt as if a needle was pricking her over her lips again and again. She pulled away, wincing. "What?"
"I… I don't know." She touched her fingers to her mouth. "It… hurt."
Draco pursed his lips. "What hurt?"
"When I went to kiss you. It… hurt."
He pulled himself out of the chair and walked around it to stand in front of her. "Describe it."
"Like needles… or a bee sting. Just here." She pointed to the tip of her cupid's bow on her upper lip.
"Hmm…" He reached out and touched her cheek. "Does this hurt?"
"No." She sighed, grateful.
"And this?" He fingers his fingers through her hair and massaged the scalp behind her ears.
"No. Mmm. That feels nice."
"And… this?" He leaned forward slowly, drawing out the moment. When his lips were no longer visible to her because of how close he actually was, she felt the sting again. She tried to push past it, allowing his lips to brush against hers. Pain. Immense pain like lighting or fire. She jerked away fiercely, crying out.
Draco looked half horrified, half mystified as he backed up a few spaces. There was an overall look of annoyance. "Well… this is new."
"Greg… he…" She rubbed at her mouth. At the mention of Diggle, her lips cooled over in that defining tingle. "He did this."
Draco perched an eyebrow. "I have a feeling there's a good story behind this." He crossed his arms.
"Don't give me that look," she frowned. "I'm completely innocent in this. I was trying to obtain information from Greg," the tingle increased, "And he might have tried to kiss me."
"Oh? Did he kiss you?"
"No. I didn't let it get that far."
"How far did you let it go?"
"Draco, stop giving me that look."
"What look?"
"That jealous look."
"I'm not jealous," he scoffed.
"Good. Then you won't overreact when I tell you he…" She wasn't entirely sure how to describe it, "He did manage to make skin to skin contact." Her explanation was scientific and detached.
"I'm beginning to believe you don't know what a kiss is."
"He didn't kiss me. He put his lips to mine. For a second. And…" And she had wanted it. Despite everything she knew about Diggle, he had somehow made her want him. "I think he must have cursed me." She started to pace. "He was so close to giving me details about these books he has tucked away at his home. It was in the heat of the moment -he just…" She began to panic. If Greg Diggle was capable of making her lust for him on a primal level, what else could he convince her to do? Her mind began to race through each and every spell in her arsenal that might explain what he had done to her, but none of them quite fit the bill. "When I get close to kissing you, it hurts. And when I think about Greg, my lips tingle. It's some sort of curse. It has to be."
"You know, that must be a new record somewhere. Cock blocking from miles away," Draco grumbled. "Well, I'm not going to let him ruin this." He grabbed up her hand and began to tug her in the direction of the door.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"We still have a date, don't we?" He managed a smirk, though it wasn't lit with life like it normally was. "So we can't kiss. That isn't the basis of what we have." He pushed through the grand doors of the Den and led her down the hallway. Hermione could see tiny candles flickering along the top of the ceiling. They led a path down a separate hall that led to the kitchen. Draco stopped at the entryway and his face fell soberly. "I know that you don't like the dining room. That's why I've avoided it every time you've been here." He trailed kisses from her hand up her arm. "So I set something up in the kitchens." He pulled her in and Hermione's breath caught.
It was so simple, and yet so thoughtful. Draco had transfigured a small table in the center of the room out of the kitchen island. A blue tablecloth draped over the edges, and a three simple white wax candles sat in the center of it, each a different length. On either side of the table were two chairs, two glasses of wine and a plate of-
"Is that… pizza?" Hermione laughed, placing a hand to her mouth. Draco immediately looked shaken, mistaking her laugh of joy for teasing. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Potter's wife told me it was your favorite muggle food."
"It is." She laughed some more and hugged his arm. "It's perfect, Draco. Thank you."
Whatever disappointment he had felt was instantly replaced with pride. He smirked, jutted out his chin, and led her over to the table, where he held out her chair for her. When she was comfortable, he took his seat on the other side and sat down.
"Have you ever tried it?" She asked.
"Never." He shook his head, looking as if he were afraid it might poison him. Hermione noted that it was pepperoni with pineapple. Her favorite.
"You should try some."
"Ladies first."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Together, then?"
They both picked up their slices and took a bite. It was the good stuff, Hermione noted. Freshly baked, probably from a local shop in London. Ginny would know. She'd have to thank her for giving him the advice. She glanced up at him; his eyes were wide as he chewed, and he gave a quizzical look.
"It's… good."
"Of course it is."
"Muggles eat this all the time?"
"Well, not all the time. It's very fattening."
"Good thing we both have fast metabolisms." He took another bite and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. "This might be one of the greatest things I've ever tasted."
Hermione laughed and sipped from her glass of wine.
"Aside from you," he added.
She spat out a bit of wine in her glass and coughed. He looked satisfied as he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head.
"This is nice, isn't it." His words weren't a question. They were a reflection of his emotions. "I was a bit worried that we wouldn't hit it off very well just sitting around without acting on any sexual tension."
"Is that all you think we have? Sexual tension?"
"No." He stared intently at her. "At least, I was hoping it wasn't."
"I think…" She chewed another bite of her pizza, choosing the right words to express herself. "It's been such a hard time after losing Ronald… I thought I might never find something like that again. You know?"
"Mhmm." He nodded slowly.
Hermione straightened her posture. "When I'm around you, I forget myself. It's not that the pain isn't there, because it is, but you make it bearable. Even when you're making a complete ass out of yourself. Which is often, I might add. -How's the hand?"
"Better." He pulled it from behind his head and flexed it. "Still is a bit numb. It actually was lucky that he did it to my wand hand- it's the same arm that I dislocated my shoulder back in Hogwarts."
"I don't remember that."
"You wouldn't. We didn't pay much attention to each other back then, did we?" He mimicked her and sat up straight. "It was just a practice, and a bludger came out of nowhere and knocked me off my broom. Still hurts when the weather gets bad."
"So why was it lucky? That it was the same side?"
"I don't know. Maybe the idea of having pain on both sides of my body just doesn't sound like something I could handle. I have to use a bit of magic every now and again to ease the pain. I'll have to add it to all of my arm now."
"I'm sorry about what Greg did to you."
"You didn't tell him to do it, did you?"
"No."
"Then stop apologizing for an imbecile."
They ate their food quietly after that, occasionally talking about training and practice. When they were both full, Draco spelled the plates away and transfigured the kitchen island back to its original form. They still sipped on their wine as Hermione conjured up two stools and they sat down at it.
"This is driving me up the wall," Draco said.
"What is?"
"That I can't kiss you."
"You said it yourself, kissing isn't the focus of our relationship." She said the last word slow, eyes careful and studying. She waited for any response from him, and she got it in the form of a soft smile. It was a rare occasion, she thought, seeing him actually smile. He was much more handsome when he did. It softened his sharp features -made him more approachable. He no longer resembled his father in those moments. He was his own man allowing himself to feel.
He reached over and hooked his fingers between hers. "It's a relationship, then?"
"Wasn't it?"
"It's just you haven't called it that before." His eyes drifted down to their hands. "I was beginning to think that you'd changed your mind."
"Why would I?"
"Hard to say. Just a feeling."
"Well, your feeling was wrong." She scooted closer on her stool. "When Ron… passed… it was hard. For a long time. Everyone wants to give their condolences, you know? But no one ever actually said anything that I hadn't heard a thousand times before."
"Sorry for your loss. Our condolences. If you need anything…" He listed them off. "Yeah. I remember when Crabbe… When they held his funeral, it's all anyone would say."
Hermione could hardly feel bad for the thought of Crabbe, but she knew that it had bothered Draco to see his one-time friend die tragically of his own foolishness. They had talked about it the first time they had ever sat at this counter. He had told her he was glad she hadn't died that night. It hadn't occurred to her that someone he cared about had. He understood her pain to an extent. It was refreshing. The only other person who understood it fully was Harry.
"But," she continued, "You've never said any of that to me."
He smirked sourly. "Why say something that I don't mean? I didn't know Weasley well enough to mourn him. He was a bit of a tosser in school. At least, that's how I remember him. But he meant something to you."
"He meant everything."
"And now he's gone." He sat his wine glass down and his face grew stern. "I've been trying all evening to think of a password Diggle would use to open up Weasley's file. Nothing has worked."
"What if we're looking at this all wrong?" Hermione asked, mind swimming. "Perhaps the answer isn't something Diggle would say. He works for Cane, of that we're sure. What would be something Cane would say? A password he would use?"
She watched the cogs in Draco's mind turn. He pulled out his wand and whispered, "Accio files." After a moment, the folder flew into the room and landed crookedly on the counter. Draco ran his fingers over file and opened it up to the top blank page.
'Figured me out yet?' It asked.
"Pandora."
'Closer.' It replied.
Draco's face shot up and exchanged glances with Hermione.
"Try again," she encouraged.
"Pandora's Stone."
'Colder. Oh dear.'
"Fuck sakes." He rubbed his tired eyes. Then he raised an eyebrow, "Cobalt."
The paper flooded with ink. Pictures, words, scribbled notes at the bottom. He had done it. He had cracked the code.
"How did you…?"
"I used to correct Cane on the color of the stone all the time. It got on his last nerve. Probably why I did it." He smirked, triumphant. "Tosser thought he could outsmart me. Please."
Hermione plucked the first page off the top, while Draco started the second. The first page wasn't much -Ron's biography. Height. Weight. Age. Marital status… Hermione blinked back a tear when she saw her married name next to spouse: Hermione Weasley. She hadn't used that name in so long.
"What have you got on the second page?" she asked. "Draco?" She glanced up. "Draco?" Draco was staring down at the page, his expression unreadable. She reached for the parchment in his hand, but he jerked it away. "Draco, what's-"
"The cod." He turned the paper to her.
'One down. Five to go.'
Hermione sighed. "Well, we're one step closer. That's something."
Draco nodded. "I just have to figure out five more passwords. That's not difficult at all. It only took us weeks to crack this one," he sneered and gathered up the files. "I fancy another glass. You?"
"Yes." Hermione gave a sigh of relief. Finally, the wheels were turning. She watched him set the files down next to the sink and he plucked up the bottle of wine. He poured them both a glass, sat back down, and smirked. When he said nothing, Hermione fidgeted in her seat. "What?"
"I really shouldn't say…" He said. There was a mischievous look in his eye.
"Why do I have a feeling that doesn't matter…"
"I got us one step closer to unlocking Diggle's secrets. That deserves a reward. -Besides, you never did thank me for saving your life this last week."
"Draco, I told you I wanted to take things slow."
"Mhmm." He took a pull from the wine. "I know."
"Then… what do you want?"
"Well, I'd ask for a kiss, but seeing as how we've been put in time out…"
"I'll have a talk about it with Diggle tomorrow."
"You really think that's wise?"
"I have to pretend I like him. That doesn't mean I can't stand up for myself."
"You're frightening when you're determined, you know that?"
She smiled. "So I've heard."
Draco swirled his wine around in his glass. "I thought maybe as a reward, I'd settle on a secret of yours. Something you don't share with the rest of the world."
"What?" She laughed nervously.
He explained. "I'm never going to try to be like Weasley. I want you to know that now. That being said… what was it like? The happy times?"
She felt a cold chill set down her spine. "I don't know if this is the best time…"
"If you can't talk about it, then you aren't ready for what comes next." He sipped his wine. Hermione thought about it, and realised he was right. For so long, she had tried to hold her memories back because of how much it pained her. But… she wanted to progress. She didn't want to keep visiting his grave with a heavy heart and bloodshot eyes. She wanted to feel happy again, and Draco gave that to her. It surprised her in the short amount of time that they had reconnected just how she had grown attached to him. She didn't want to think what it would be like if he were to leave. So, she conceded, taking a long pull from her wine before she answered.
"What do you want to know?"
"What did you two do for fun?"
She bit down on her lip, thinking. "We liked to watch movies… listen to music… dance." She smiled to herself. "Ron had two left feet, but he would still put on an old record and we'd dance half the night away in our little home." She felt a warmness down in her stomach. It astounded her. She had thought it would hurt, but these feelings brought life into her. "What did you and Astoria do for fun?"
"I'd rather not talk about Tori right now."
"That's hardly fair. And eye for an eye."
"Don't forget the second part of that statement: leaves the whole world blind."
"Draco."
"Alright. Fine. -We used to read together. Not the same book, but just sit on the bed and read for hours."
"That sounds nice."
"It was. Until it wasn't. But there was also the sex…" Hermione choked on her wine. He stared at her as he set his glass on the counter, smirking. "Now I'm curious about something, while we're on the subject of Weasley. How did he fair? You know. In the bedroom department?"
"We are not going to talk about Ron's -performance!" She felt the blush crawl on her cheeks.
"I give Astoria an eight out of ten," Draco encouraged. "A for effort. Technique was alright. But she lacked creativity." He chuckled as he watched Hermione's vacant glare. "You alright there, Granger?"
Her eyes narrowed into slits. "Ron was a perfect gentleman."
"I didn't ask if he was a gentleman. All men can be gentlemen when it comes down to it. I'm asking -you know, how he got your potion brewing."
"I know perfectly well what you mean."
"And?"
"And…" She didn't know why, but she told him. "He was gentle. Took his time. Wasn't pushy."
"I see." He nodded, eyebrows poised. "So if you were to describe him in, say, ice cream terms, would the flavor vanilla come to mind?"
Hermione couldn't help it. She laughed. "Vanilla?"
"Yes."
"I suppose… there were times when he was quite vanilla. But he had quirks. Sometimes he could throw some chocolate chips into the mix."
"Really?"
"Yes. Ron wasn't as plain as you'd think."
"And if you were to describe me?" He leaned forward in his stool, resting his hands on her knees. "What flavor do you think I would be?" The question was innocent enough, but the way he delivered it sent a heatwave over her skin. His thumbs curved over the hem of her skirt and gathered it up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. With her skirt properly bunched, he slid his fingers down to the stool and tugged her close so that her knees pressed up against his stool and his legs gathered around hers, caging her. He tilted his head, allowing his breath to tickle her cheek. "Ice cream flavor, Miss Granger?"
She gave it a good thought. Draco was bitter, destructive and demanding. He liked to take control and boss her around. Definitely some dark in there… like dark chocolate. But he soothed her soul, and never took anything that she didn't want to give him. He was refreshing and stimulating. And there was a fun, cheeky side to him that made her laugh even when she knew it was not appropriate. She smiled when she revealed her answer. "Chocolate Mint with a bit of cookie dough."
"That sounds like a tall order."
"You don't seem one to displease."
"You're right. I'm not." He scooted forward and began to trail light kisses down her neck. "And I'm anything but vanilla."
She sighed as his hands found their way back to her thighs again, pushing them apart slowly. "And me?" she whispered. His teeth were busy grazing along the pulse point just behind her ear.
"You?" His fingers had found her hair, running lazily along her scalp, massaging. "You're my favorite flavor. The one that I could lick all day long."
She groaned softly at his words, closing her eyes. The desire in her built up with each passing moment. It was difficult not to scoop his face up and kiss him, but she knew that doing that would bring about physical pain. And she most certainly didn't want that. She reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt for support, and Draco took it as a sign to continue.
"Do you remember," he whispered, cradling the back of her head with his fingertips before his tongue traced the outer shell of her ear, "The first day you sat in this kitchen?"
"Mmmmh… mhmmm…"
"Do you remember how nervous you were when I put Scorpius to bed? How you thought it was inappropriate for us to work together with my wife gone?"
She wasn't quite sure where this was going, and her eyes opened. He was still busy playing with her hair, giving it a firm tug.
"And I assured you," he continued, "That we weren't going to start passionately fornicating on the counter?"
Oh boy…
"I take it all back." He plucked her by the hips and set her on the counter, pressing between her legs with his hips. The counter wasn't terribly tall, and Hermione realised with a leap of excitement that she was the perfect height sitting on the counter top for him to rest between her legs. Draco's eyes were glazed with attraction, and his breathing came in shallow pants as he gripped her pelvic bones. "I want to fuck you until you're screaming my name and only my name. How does that sound?"
"I'd love that," she teased him, slipping a hand behind his neck and grazing her nails down his spine. They both stared at each other, wanting to crash their mouths together and release all of the frustrations they felt. Hermione could tell it was bothering him just as much as it was her. "Let's play a game."
"A game?" He smirked at the challenge. "Do tell."
"Never have I ever. Have you ever played?"
He shook his head.
"The game is simple. One of us starts by saying something we've never done. If the other has done it, they have to remove an article of clothing."
"Are you trying to get me naked, Hermione?" He chuckled. "Alright. I'm game. Ladies first."
"Never have I ever gotten a divorce."
His eyes narrowed. "That's cheating." But he didn't fuss, simply kept one firm hand next to her hip as he reached down and slipped off one of his black, polished shoes and tossed it behind him. "Never have I ever bested you in Transfiguration class."
"Touché." She reached for a gold bracelet around her wrist and tossed it behind him next to his shoe. "Maybe we should try a bit harder. We'll run out of clothing quickly if this keeps up."
He kissed her below her jaw, just once. "That's the idea, isn't it?"
"Never have I ever had sex in the Slytherin Common Room." Draco leaned up hungrily, but he didn't remove a single bit of his attire. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well, that's one rumor that I can finally put to rest."
"There was a rumor?" He grinned. "No, Hermione. I never was quite as daring back then as I am now. Now if you had said in the Slytherin dorms…" His fingers danced under the hem of her shirt and slid up her stomach, finally resting across her heart. "My turn."
"Your turn," she nodded.
"Never have I ever stayed a prude until I was married."
It was Hermione's turn to sit still, and it was his turn to look to her, stunned. "You're full of surprises, Granger."
"Just because I like to take my time with a man doesn't make me prude."
"Clearly. You didn't take much time with me, did you?" He scraped his nails across her chest carefully, not applying enough pressure to leave marks but enough to make Hermione wriggle on the counter.
"There's an exception to every rule," She said quietly, her eyes never leaving his. Draco licked his lips absently in response. "Never have I ever been intimate in a public surrounding."
Draco removed his other shoe and both of his socks. "Multiple times," he whispered, dipping his head into the crook of her neck, "Never got caught, though. Never have I ever skinny dipped."
Hermione laughed, tugging her other shoe off her foot. Draco raised his head, touching nose to nose with her.
"Oh? Do tell."
"Another time." She forgot herself, dipping her lips to meet his. The burning was worth it for the feeling of his mouth on hers and the taste of the wine on his tongue. When the pain became unbearable, she jerked away, flushed. "Never have I ever wanted you so badly before."
Draco smirked and reached up to the top button of his shirt, releasing it from his loop. He repeated this motion over and over again to each button, eyes set on hers. Hermione reached down to help him with the last one, their fingers sliding over each other's. Draco chuckled and allowed Hermione to slip his shirt over his shoulders and off of his arms. She drowned herself in his pale skin and lean muscles, taking in to account every training scar and every scattered freckle. Her leg curved around his waist and jerked him forward until the zipper of his trousers pressed up against the fabric of her undergarments.
"Never have I ever touched myself to the thought of you."
Hermione smiled coyly. "You and I both know that's not true."
"Oh, yes. You're right. -Guess we both should take off some clothing, then."
"You planned that out," she said, reaching down to her shirt and pulling it off over her head, revealing her cream colored bra. It wasn't flashy like the one she wore for Diggle, but you wouldn't have guessed that Draco gave two flips about it by the way his eyes raked over her breasts.
"I did," he answered her, reaching down to his belt, unhinging it and slipping it out of the loops of his pants. He gripped it within his hands and trailed it up Hermione's long legs, against the wetness pooling in her panties. "Never have I ever been spanked in the sexual sense." He waited patiently for her answer. Hermione's heart began to race as she sat still. When he was thoroughly convinced she wasn't going to remove anything, he sighed an anxious breath like he was being rewarded with a gift. "Truly?"
"N-No…" she whispered, nervous and fervent. "And that was my turn you just stole."
"So?"
"So, those are the rules."
"I don't care about rules. You and I both know that." He took his free hand and traced his fingers over her lips. "What would you say if I bent you over my lap and showed you how much I don't care for the rules?"
A fire lit up within Hermione, and the dirty images swimming through her head burned a hole in any prude qualities she still clung to. She nodded feverishly, and Draco grabbed her violently off of the counter, fingers digging into her hips as he set her swiftly onto the floor. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her collar bone, anywhere he could get a taste of her before he pulled away and propped himself up on the counter top and tossed away the belt. He scooted back just a little, so that the bottom half of his legs dangled off the edge but his lap was very much a sturdy frame against the counter. He patted his lap and smirked suggestively. Hermione, forgoing all of the rules and her need to take things slow, shimmied out of her skirt, leaving only her lacy blue panties. She walked up to the counter and pulled herself up to sit beside him. Draco slipped back further on the counter, until the entire length of his legs were flush against it. Hermione took in a deep breath and scooped her legs up over the counter, then spread herself across his lap with her stomach resting on his thighs and her legs drawn up behind her. Her elbows rested just at the edge of the counter, giving her a firm stance. Draco chuckled approvingly, and he placed one hand on the back of her thigh while the other curved around her neck and gripped tight.
"Too much?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head timidly.
"You'll let me know if it is?"
She nodded.
"Good girl." He trailed his fingertips up the back of her legs until they met the curved flesh of her backside. There, he cupped her full with his palm and gave her ass a good squeeze. "Never have I ever had such a beautiful woman spread across my lap before." The comment made her ears burn in wonder and her pulse race. Draco cradled her neck gentler as he leaned over and whispered against the back of her head, "I want you to know that I mean that. You're exquisite, Hermione." She closed her eyes as she bathed in the glow of his words, but the moment was cut short by the sudden sting of his hand being brought down with a firm smack against her buttocks. Heat- it was so warm, suddenly, and she could feel the burning of his handprint on her. She sighed. It was… relieving. The sudden sting etched away at her initial nervousness, and now all she craved was to feel it again.
Smack. Another good swat that rippled heatwaves over her body. Hermione gave a small whimper, and she felt Draco's arousal twitch against her stomach. His throat made a sound something between a growl and a groan, and he tugged her panties down over the burning skin of her cheeks until the material rested just under the curve of her bum. His fingers played with her, palming the supple skin and massaging over the stinging nerve endings.
"Again," she whispered, reaching up with one of her hands to encourage his fingers tighter around her throat. She had never thought she would want something like this; the thought of losing control to someone was always intimidating. Her and Ron had tried it once, but it was sloppy and unsure, and it felt more like they were forcing it than a natural dominating encounter. But with Draco, everything felt in place. He was always so unsure of himself in other aspects of life, but here, between the intimacy, this is where he excelled. He shared his soul this way, she realised. This was how he showed affection, by giving a woman the fantasies she so desired, even if she didn't know it. He got off on the pleasure of it all.
Draco lifted his hand off of her ass cheek for a moment to unhinge the hook of her bra. Hermione felt it slip down her arms, and her breasts felt the cool temperature of the kitchen air. Draco's hands stroked down her back, almost like he was petting her, before he dug his nails in and quickly clawed to her tailbone. Hermione closed her eyes, hissing.
"Too much?" he asked in that sultry tone of his that felt like he was grinding ice with fire in the base of his throat.
"Perfect," she replied, "More."
He obliged, chuckling as he swatted her ass a few more times for good measure. Each time his hand was brought down against her, Hermione felt herself being pushed out into the current of ecstasy. Her head grew foggy. Nothing else mattered but his hands on her and the satisfied way he breathed against her, as if he could get off on her sighs and moans alone. When Hermione could stand the pressure building within her no longer, she arched her back and her ass curved up into the air to meet his hand. Draco stopped mid slap and rested his palm delicately along her backside.
"What do you want, Hermione?" He teased, palming her cheeks slowly.
"I… w-want…" She tried to form the words, but they were fleeting images that she couldn't produce into speech. There were so many things she wanted him to do. His fingers, his prick, his tongue, his entire body spun around in her head until she had to push it all aside and concentrate on what she needed here and now. "Need you… inside me…"
"What part of me do you want inside you, love?" He slipped his middle finger under the lacy underwear of hers and began to trace along her slick folds. "Do you want my fingers? My cock?"
"All of it," she whispered breathlessly.
His finger slipped lower, rubbing her clit. Hermione threw her head forward as she moaned. Draco teased her a bit longer, polishing her nub with quick, tight circles before he curved his finger and slipped it into her. Hermione saw stars, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the heavy groan that she so desperately wanted to release. Finally, he was inside her. Finally, she could feel him fill her up with his fingers. He worked his finger in and out of her, drawing out the moment, before slipping a second and then a third. Hermione's legs spread farther apart, and Draco took the opportunity to pump his fingers quicker inside of her. The vibration of his fingers pulsed through her entire body. Her mouth fell open as she lay slack against his fingers around her neck. Each moment built another brick of lust between them. Each time his fingers left her, she felt lonely and empty. Every time he pressed back inside of her, she thought her world might burst. And when he withdrew his fingers all together, Hermione whimpered.
"Shhh…" He told her, and she could feel him draw his soaked fingers down her back. The sensation was warm and cold and hot. She felt him undo his pants button and zipper, and she sat up to watch as he released himself from his trousers. His silver eyes watched her playfully as she took in the sight of him leaned back on the counter with his hand on his prick and pink on his cheeks. His mouth was partially open, slack in lust and want. Hermione shrugged off her bra the rest of the way from her arms, scooted her panties off of her ankles, and climbed onto his lap. Draco encouraged her by resting a hand against her hip and saying, "Well, what will you do now?"
"In me," she mumbled half coherently as she reached down and gripped him tight in her hand to position him at against her folds. "Want you… in me." And then she dropped herself onto him and closed her eyes. She felt the head of his cock push into her slowly and then all at once, filling her up and completing her. Her head fell back. Draco hissed a breath of relief. They moved against each other, the coolness of the countertop mixing with the warm heat of their bodies. Hermione didn't think she'd ever want the feeling of anyone else beneath her ever again.
"Goddamn…" His breath brushed against the side of her cheek as he moved her hips to a steady rhythm. Their bodies swayed together in time with their hearts. With each moment, Hermione felt her heart slipping out of her chest. There were just some moments that were defining, even if they were small. And here, on top of Draco's kitchen countertop, was a moment she would never forget. Draco's hands searched over her body, from her back to her stomach to her breasts and finally gripping her wrists and pulling them behind her back. "Fuck me," he demanded.
Hermione could only think to gratify him, moving her hips gracefully against his own and taking in the sensation of his cock hitting her at just the right spot. "Oh." She gasped and did it again. "Yessss…"
Draco leaned up and lapped hungrily at her nipples, stimulating between tender kisses and sultry bites. He was building her up, nibble by nibble, to get her to fall like a tower of dominos. And Hermione wanted to fall. She wanted to fall and become lost forever in this moment. So long, she had told herself that she would never feel this way about someone else the way she had felt for Ron, but… but then why did she want to give not only her body but her soul to him? It was too soon… too soon… to…
She decided that she didn't want to think about it anymore, and gave into her base, raw emotions. Nothing mattered but skin slapping against skin and Draco's mouth on her. She could feel herself closing in on the orgasm of a lifetime, and moaned timidly as she let her head fall onto his shoulder. Draco clutched her wrists tighter and whispered, "God, your pussy is so wet…"
It was all Hermione needed to be pushed over the edge. She came undone, moaning and quivering. Draco allowed her to ride it out, letting her set the pace until she was spent. He released her arms, and they slipped around him and gripped tight.
"Draco…" She whispered, and a tear fell down her cheek. She didn't let him see it.
"My turn?" He asked, teasing and playful. Hermione nodded against him, brushing away her tear quickly. She ushered herself off of his lap and let him slip down off the counter, his pants still clinging low around his pelvis. He tugged her to the edge and pulled her off of it before spinning her around quickly and pushing her to splay flesh against it with her stomach. He brushed the head of his cock teasingly against her and leaned over to kiss down her back. When he made it to the base of her spine, he straightened up and shoved himself into her without warning. Hermione gasped, her breasts slipping against the marble countertop. He pushed himself deep within her, so deep that she screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Draco set a firm hand on her back and slipped out of her before driving back in again. He groaned, and she sighed, and it was suddenly something so primal that Hermione didn't mind that her pelvic bones hit against the counter's edge. She just wanted him to move again.
Draco's throat purred in a satisfied moan as he began a new, quick rhythm that had their wine glasses at the other end of the counter shaking. He fisted a handful of her hair and forced her back to arch in a stunning display. Hermione steadied herself on her tiptoes to keep up with the frenzied thrusts and the way her breasts jiggled up and down. She could feel the moment when he tensed, spilling himself into her. His hand released her hair in that moment and both his arms reached around her, pulling her back to his chest as he kissed her anywhere he could. The warmth of his come inside of her made her pant hot and heavy.
It all felt so right. It had taken fifteen years for hatred to turn to indifference and indifference to friendship, and friendship finally to something more. Fifteen years of heavy glares and terrible nicknames and teasing and torment to build up to the hottest sex Hermione had ever had in her entire life. And not because it was with 'Malfoy', the 'Slytherin prince of Hogwarts', and not because it was with 'Draco Malfoy' the 'contemptible, misunderstood bad boy'; it was because it was with Draco, the misguided, hard headed, unsure of himself man who had never been given a chance to be himself until the damage had already been done. He was the boy who never had a choice. But now that he had it, had been given his second chance, he wanted to spend it with her. Making it all up to her. She could tell by his trail of kisses he was practically bleeding it out of his heart.
And I'm not saying I wouldn't have picked you out of the bunch from the beginning, you know. Because I would have. If things had been different.
Stay the night, his kisses were asking. Don't go just yet.
"Draco…" She whispered, breathless. He stopped his advancement of kisses and rested his chin on her shoulder to listen. "How would you like to light that bear up like a bonfire now?"
He smirked against her skin. "Hermione, that's the second sexiest thing you've ever said to me."
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