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Dont Panic	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any part of it, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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They walked up stairs and through doors; Hermione had no idea where they were. They only had to walk for a few minutes, but in the state she was in she could have cared less. Draco Malfoy wanted her! He wanted to be her boyfriend! She felt as though she was walking on a cloud.

He opened a door to the right and led her into a room which was enchanted to look like a moonlit beach with a bed. When the door closed, the door remained seeming to be attached to nothing. When Hermione looked down at herself, she was wearing a long sheer golden robe with white shorts and a red camisole under it. Draco was wearing no shirt and green sleep shorts, they both had sandals on, she noticed. Hermione had long ago stopped trying to hate her body, mostly since every wizard (and a few witches) were constantly trying to ask her out. Her body could be the only real explanation for everyone’s reaction when she walked into a room- which was to turn and start drooling. She was no longer self conscious because no matter what she was wearing or doing, everyone seemed to stare at her for at least a minute. There seemed to be no way for her to hide her round breasts or narrow waist, her hips were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, and the face she had been born with needed no makeup to make her more beautiful.

“Oh, Draco! It’s beautiful!” She exclaimed.

He stepped in front of her, his face looking hungrier than it did before they ate. “So are you,” He said quietly.

His beautifully sculpted chest was directly in front of her, and she felt that same switch turn on something inside her, and she shivered slightly. She looked up at him. He placed his hand on her arm and rubbed lightly. “If you say so,” She said wondering what her life was going to be like from now on.

“I do, and you are. There’s no use arguing it,” he leaned over, framing her face with one long fingered hand and kissed her. She placed her hands on his slender waist and ran her tongue playfully across his lower lip. He groaned and pulled her closer to him.

She broke the kiss and looked back up at him, “How long have you been trying?” She asked.

“Months. I even took this ridiculous picture for the Daily Prophet after a Quiddich match where I was ripping my shirt off, in hopes that you might see it. Looking back, I did a lot of ridiculous things to try and get your attention.”

She laughed and stepped out of his embrace. The robe the room had put on her came off and slithered to the sand next to a tree. She walked over to the bed and continued laughing. He walked after her, smiling softly. They sat down and while she was laughing he took off his sandals, burying his toes in the sand. When she had calmed to giggles he asked her, “What’s so funny?”

“That picture is what got me obsessed with you! I carried it around with me for two weeks, memorizing every muscle and every movement!” She said still laughing.

“The reporter too. She calls at least once a day…” Draco said with a sigh.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, “Have you told her your interests lay elsewhere?”

“Yes, Hermione. Several times.” He said with an arched eyebrow.

“I’ll kill her,” Hermione growled.

“No need, love. We’ll go to London tomorrow and undoubtedly run into someone with a camera. As soon as they see us together, there will be a new gossip column dedicated to the two of us. She’ll see,” He said looking up at the enchanted stars.

“And until then?” Hermione asked, softly.

Draco looked back at her, and then smirked. “Whatever you wish, my dear. I am yours; you may do all the things you fantasized about during your obsession…” He was leaning closer to her as he spoke and kissed her, then continued to speak between kisses on her neck, “I can do all the things I fantasized about during my obsession…”

Hermione moaned her whole body was on fire from his lips- and he’d barely touched her! “We had better start with yours, my brain is like pudding right now…” She whispered.

He stopped moving, thought for a second, then asked, “You… I’m not your first am I?”

She giggled and lay down to look up at him, “No, Draco, not at all. I’ve just… I need you to take control, I am too overwhelmed by everything to concentrate properly,” She opened her arms to him, “Come here, I feel lonely…” She arched an eyebrow to him so he would know she was just being a little silly.

“You will never feel lonely again, dear heart,” He whispered leaning closer. His lips brushed hers not exactly kissing her.

“Oh, Draco…” She sighed.

He rose above her with his legs on either side of hers, and looked into her eyes, “Do you want to do this? If not I will have to stop now,” He said seriously.

“Yes, Draco. I need you. I need you now; I’ve waited for so long…” Hermione nearly groaned.

“I’m going to ruin you for other men.”

“You already have, Draco.”

He kissed her briefly, and then whispered a few words in Latin, she recognized one of them as a contraceptive spell, and the other by the warm air suddenly all over her body as a Vanishing spell. “Oh gods…” He whispered looking at what parts of her body he could see. Her pale flawless skin seemed to glow in the moonlight and his silver eyes seemed to glow with it. Hermione tried not to think, the questions the whole night had brought up could most definitely wait until after what was going to happen.

His lips found hers again his tongue more forceful, demanding entrance. He wrapped his tongue around hers eliciting a moan from her. One of his hands cupped her slender neck and when his thumb stroked along the tendon below it, her hips involuntarily bucked slightly- making her realize they were both naked. Her mound brushed against his head and they both moaned at the much needed contact.

She broke the kiss and looked up at him, “Draco I….”

He stopped her with a more chaste kiss, and then began kissing down her neck. He whispered into her ear, “You what, love?”

“I… I…” She tried to tell him that she needed his body between her legs; that she needed some kind of contact on her most intimate area but the words just would not form themselves.

He scooted his body a little lower on hers, sliding his hand from her neck to her sorely neglected breast, his mouth slowly following suit.

Her body arched to him, a moan erupting from her throat. She started to shiver, her whole being seemed to be focused on his mouth, his tongue lapping at her nipple slowly and excruciatingly. The fingers pinching and rolling her opposite nipple seemed less important than the throb coming from her clit. “Draco, please!” She cried out, the torture of his ministrations overcoming her mind. She had been dreaming of this for weeks. She would find herself at her desk imagining it and having to run to the loo to relieve the pressure if he happened to glance at her while she stared across the hallway. The fantasies all seemed to be fading away with his every touch. Her brain felt like a puddle in the back of her skull.

“What is it you need, Hermione? If you tell me I will stop at nothing to get it for you,” His fingers slid over her body finding her ticklish spot on her ribs, then returning to her wet nipple for one more nibble before he switched sides.

She moaned again and thrust her hips upward finally her mouth whispered, “I need you, Draco… please.”

He seemed to have frozen above her, a heartbeat passed and he lifted himself enough to spread her legs then slid down her body until he was looking at her folds. He blew gently at her clit, causing her to jump slightly. Her smell was overpowering his senses, how had he ever been able to wait for this? His long fingers spread her lips open to reveal her most intimate area. He felt like he was drooling just thinking about what was about to happen, he pulled himself closer and gently licked her slit. Hermione nearly screamed. He discovered that she was not the only one who was so eager. He worked two fingers into her body and lapped at her clit, loving the mindless noises she was making above him, she was trying so hard to say his name, but was in so much pleasure she couldn’t seem to remember how to say it.

His fingers moved faster inside of her, crooked upwards slightly and rubbing against a bundle of nerves she had never known were there. He sped up slightly and her world broke open in release. Her brain seemed to have ripped itself in half with the force of the orgasm. There was no time to think anyway, he was moving up her body kissing and licking her tender spots. The fire which would normally have gone out after such an orgasm rekindled into a bonfire. “Are you ready, Hermione? Are you ready for me to fuck you?” He whispered in her ear.

Her hands had been resting on his shoulders, at the word ‘fuck’ she squeezed, loving that word coming out in his pristine accent. “Please,” she whispered, breathlessly.

His head was pressing against her entrance, he pushed forward to enter her, his head only. “Please what, Hermione?”

“I need it,” she whispered, she knew what he wanted her to say, but she wasn’t sure if she could. Her body screaming for him to be deeper, she raised her hips trying to get him to that spot deep inside her which was aching for pressure that only he could give.

He withdrew slowly, his voice harsh, he was nearly losing control he needed to tease her so, “Need what?”

She was gasping, her body aflame with need, “Please Draco, Fuck me!” Her whole existence hinged on him being inside her, one little cuss word wouldn’t kill her… right?

He thrust into her slowly, allowing her tightness to relax around him, if she stayed tight like that he would never be able to move. She was moaning, arching up to him, her nails digging into his back, Merlin, she looks beautiful, He thought. When he was all the way inside her, he thrust just once and she screamed in orgasm. He kept going, slowly, watching her ride the orgasm back down. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He fucked her harder. “Touch yourself.” He commanded.

She started rubbing her own nipples for his enjoyment. He growled at her, “Touch your pussy too.” She lifted a breast towards him and he eagerly began playing with her perky nipple. Her hand went to her clit and started rubbing it the way she had when she saw his photograph. She looked at his face, that beautiful face of his, so full of passion, his normally grey eyes lit silver from the moonlight. “Fuck me Draco!!” She couldn’t stop her body from coming if she wanted to.

He could feel her tensing up and he looked at her face. “Say you’re mine, Hermione.”

She moaned, “I’m yours Draco, only yours.”

He thrust into her faster, harder, his body beginning to tense from his months of celibacy. “Fuck,”He groaned when she came again around him, and suddenly his own world broke open and he was coming inside her.

He rolled them to lie on the bed. She purred, snuggled against him, sleep quickly over taking her mind, “That was…. Amaaazing……”

He kissed her forehead, sleep enveloping his mind as well, “Yes it was.”

A/N: ok, the sex part is only the first draft. I’ll be working on it sometime soon.
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