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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N:

Hey guys, you rock! A big Thank You to everyone for your kind feedbacks and reviews, especially to lala for her deep and inside view. All your reviews kept and will keep things rolling. I found a wonderful beta (taraxchan), who reviewed and edited the previous two and the actual chapter already (I even recommend re-reading chapter 1+2 ‘cause I really feel it’s gotten soooo much better with her working on it).

@SarahWhitman: You are right on track ;-)

@lemonade8: You are asking some very good questions, but I think you will understand at chapter 4 or 5 why it has been handled this way.

@Tami C: I got an email from you, but yahoo decided to quarantine it for some reason, preventing me reading it. :(

@MarksPet: Good guessing but you may consider some more options (yes, I’m mean, but I will not give anything away, including… you might be right on one of yours <evilgrin> ;-) )

@lala: Wow, thank you so much! You really made my day!

So, thanks again to anyone straightening my spine on my maybe-not-as-much-as-I-thought-sucking-English and the story itself, so we continue with…

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Chapter 3

His fingertips stroked Hermione's arms from her shoulders down to her hands. She winced briefly, but let it happen and closed her eyes as before.

Once he reached her wrists, he took her hands and lifted them slowly and carefully over her chest, then over her face until she was touching the blankets that were outstretched over her head. Forced by this, she had to arch her back, causing her chest to lift towards Draco. Her bare breasts gleamed in the dim light from the small oil lamp.

In all her nakedness, with her hands over her head, she looked even more tender and vulnerable than before. Draco moved his left hand slowly along the length of her inner left arm, through her armpit and down to her side, below the breast, where his fingers stopped. A shiver shot through Hermione as he tenderly stroked the sensitive areas.

Without her seeing, he leaned over and put a gentle kiss with pointed lips to her left breast. He couldn't help it. Her breast was challenging him – seductive as a piece of cream cake and tasting just as good. He repeated the kiss a few more times, spreading them out on different parts of her magnificent bosom until he finally turned towards her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue and lips.

What was that? Hermione had expected this to be very different, like he would, more or less, jump her quickly like the crude Slytherin that he is – not show a sensitive side and actually start caressing her like in a real loveplay. She kept her eyes firmly closed and head straight. She wouldn't be any part of this, whatever Malfoy was doing to her.

While his mouth continued attending to her left nipple, licking over the rough surface with his tongue, his left hand reached over and covered her other soft breast and began with kneading movements, massaging in a slow rhythm.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her right breast. She startled, her eyes opening wide and stared into Malfoy's face, who had been waiting for just that.

With his left hand he had pinched her just below the nipple. With gentle force he pulled on the skin, which was trapped between thumb and index finger, while still using his other hand and mouth to indugle the finest treatment thinkable on her left breast.

She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of complaining to this treatment. She lowered her head back to the blankets and closed her eyes again, breathing deeply. Hermione tried to ignore the pain somehow, but this odd treatment would not allow that – gentle caresses with a warm, soft mouth and wet tongue on the one breast, well-measured pain and suffering on the other.

This Malfoy was really an ambivalent Slytherin.

He obviously enjoyed it. Not just being able to play with her sweet breasts and to nibble on her nipple, but he was even more satisfied by provoking an initial response from her. So he continued. For minutes he fondled one of her breasts gently while torturing the other more and more violently – pulling at her nipple and even twisting her skin until Hermione took a sharp breath through her teeth. A warning sign – he shouldn't and wouldn't overdo it.

Only when he felt under his hand wave after wave of shivers running through Hermione's body did he let go of her abused breast.

Thank Merlin – the pain in her breast began to subside when his hand finally withdrew. What was he going to do next though? Damn, not being able to see a single thing didn’t have just advantages...

Instead of seeing, she was feeling even more. His hand slowly slipped down over her belly to even more intimate areas. Hermione held her breath. It was the 'evil hand,’ the painful one where took a two-track trail on her body using two outstretched fingers, probably index and pinky. Arriving at her loins they stopped suddenly leaving Hermione wondering on what was going to happen next - AGAIN.

Then they dived abruptly between her closed legs - but instead of approaching directly to her most sensitive area, the two indecent fingers rubbed separately in the junction between her thighs and pubic mound - the rest of his hand barely stroking her pubic hair.

Hermione let out her breath, which she could no longer hold. The lack of oxygen had quickened her breathing and she felt sweat pouring from her skin.

There she lay - the most hated Slytherin’s hand between her thighs and his mouth sucking on her breast at the same time. Incredible! If someone had told her that this morning when she was putting on her clothes that she would be taking them off for him...

And his fingers knew what they were doing, she had to admit. They forced Hermione under tension and drove her downright mad. She almost wished Malfoy would have been rude, obnoxious and blunt, instead of plunging her into a chaos.

Involuntarily surfacing up into her consciousness, she began comparing Ron's intimate actions which were every so often clumsy, unadventurous and prosaic.

This Malfoy played with her - he was so different. Although she didn't want to, his sublime touches, caresses and little torments were making her body resonate like as a wonderful instrument - strange.

Secretly, she peered through her eyelids, which she lifted with care. Draco’s mouth was still stuck firmly to her breast and she could take it for sure that her nipple was heavily swollen now from his licking and sucking.

She watched through half-closed lids as Draco's hand broke away from her belly to find another place for his gentle caresses. Her eyes then fell on the vague outline of a tattoo on his forearm, the Dark Mark – the symbol of Lord Voldemort's followers, the Death Eaters. She swallowed, now scared, and closed her eyes again quickly as this sight brought her back into the unfeigned, hard reality. No, she mustn't feel anything - this was the enemy.

Hermione responded to his touch as he had hoped. She squirmed under his attacks, but still held her head proudly directed towards the ceiling and kept her eyes closed. Still, she couldn't hide how her body responded to his gentle, sometimes teasingly-mean treatment. A thin film of sweat had formed on her front side. Excitement? Anticipation? Tension? He hoped it was the first and finally let go of her left nipple, which he had suckled with his mouth and tongue all this time. Starting anew, but this time at her belly button, he licked the fresh sweat from her body – trailing a line between the two breasts up to her neck - delicious.

A surprised sigh escaped her mouth and he had to grin.

Once at the top of her neck, he would have given everything to finally kiss her sensuous mouth. That mouth which had shouted at him so often with lips that would tremble when he provoked classmates in her presence once again, boiling her blood. It was slightly open now and Draco watched as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, biting it with her teeth when his hand and his outstretched fingers went down between her legs once more, rubbing on the left and right side of her labia just as before.

Her pretty pouty lips ...so kissable. It was too early, though. He knew that the attempt to kiss her on the mouth would abruptly break the strange spell that bound the two of them right now. He had to control his temper and deny himself her full lips. Instead, his wet tongue began gliding over her heated body again, this time to the other breast, which he had previously caused delicate pain to. She had earned a fair balance, Draco decided, and was now completely focused on the little red spots where his fingers had left stinging marks on her skin... fingers which had squeezed her tender flesh.

After a few minutes she had forgotten how much her breast had hurt previously. Draco's lips and soft tongue had kissed away all that reminded her of his earlier little torture. He withdrew his hand from her pubic mound, drawing it upwards... and yes, indeed... she was already regretting this. Her lower body was screaming with anticipation. The fact that he hadn't touched her where he could have brought her some awaited relief and instead stimulated her with challenging rubbing no more than just an inch away, made Hermione wish he might finally advance to the center of her desire.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed - half an hour, an hour maybe? She was still on her back like in the beginning with her arms over her head, but her fingers had eventually grabbed at the blankets, clawing into the fabric painfully every time Draco drove her into sweet despair again and again with either his mouth or his fingers.

After what seemed like an endless amount of time her breasts were burning and Hermione not knowing how much longer she could bear it, Draco's mouth parted from her body and whispered something to her in a low tone.

"Do you like that?"

Hermione was tempted to open her eyes just to see how much obvious sarcasm and irony she would read in his face, but decided otherwise.

She felt his mouth close again around one of her nipples, sucking violently - demanding - then break off with a loud, smacking, kissing sound as his mouth moved away from her.

"Come on, you like that?" he asked again.

"No, absolutely not," she lied unconvincingly, seeing in her mind Draco's grinning face. And he was for real.

Had her mouth twitched, caused by a brief smile? He was not sure, but hoped it to be true all the more.

Haha, what had she said at the beginning? Let's get it over with quickly? It didn’t look as if this was what Hermione now wanted. His eyes roamed her body again - her legs still pressed tightly together, her quick and excited breathing lifting and lowering her breasts steadily, the sweat on her skin, her teeth biting her lips and her hands clutching the blankets every time his caressing intensified.

She was aroused and wanted more - he was sure of this.

Let's get it over with quickly? He shook his head. ‘To sunrise, my love. As long you have to hold on,’ thought Draco and he wanted to enjoy every minute of this with his Mudblood.

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A/N: OK, you are right, go ahead lynching me on the nearest apple-tree for stopping right here. But to be honest, in the original German version of the story this is the point of no return before the real smut and NC-17 starts, giving everybody the last opportunity to chicken out and leave the show. And I wanted to keep it that way. So… be prepared for the next chapter with 1000 words of pure smut, lemon and filth – or whatever you call it. :P
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