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Flowers for Valentine\'s Day	By : ScubaMuffin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Monday, February 11^th

Harry and Ron still weren’t talking to me, but it wasn’t a big deal. It’s not the first time we’ve had a row and they’ve decided to be immature. I figured I would just let them have their way until they finally came to the realization they were being stupid. Luckily I still had Ginny who was trying to run interference but it was getting to the point where the boys were starting to ignore her too. It’s always nice to have a partner in crime that’ll be there to support you even when it means being ignored by her boyfriend and brother.

Sitting in Transfiguration I was having trouble concentrating, just thinking about the rest of the weekend made me shiver. After the little incident with Harry and Ron, Draco and I went back to our rooms. It was probably childish on my part, but I had no desire to ruin the rest of our wonderful day with more arguing. As soon as the portrait closed behind us I turned to Draco and pulled him down for a kiss. In an effort to continue where we left off, I moved my hands down to unbutton his shirt, I got a few undone before his hands wrapped around mine, stopping my movement and pulling them away.

“What are you doing?”

“Picking up where we left off,” I tried to wriggle my hands away so I could continue but he held fast.

“Shouldn’t we clean up then go talk to the wonder twins? Not that I want to, just wouldn’t it be better to nip this in the butt before they have more time to come up with ridiculous accusations?” He pulled my right hand up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

“I don’t want to, I want to pretend that nothing happened and keep going,” a slight whine had entered my voice and Draco raised one elegant eye brow in response.

Now I was irritated, how dare Harry and Ron ruin my day and why was Draco being reasonable and not jumping me. I finally got my hands free and tried my hardest not to stomp like a four year old as I made my way to the couch. I plopped down and grabbed my Potions book.

“Fine, you go talk to them and I am going to study,” I opened the book to a random page and pretended to read.

“Hermione,” Draco sighed. I heard him start to move toward me and I doubled my effort to ignore him. “Hermione,” He repeated, his hands coming down to my shoulders and massaging slowly, “you know that is the last thing I want to do. I would love nothing more than to carry you up to that room and ravish you for as long as you can stand it, but I know how important they are to you and the faster we fix this, the better it’ll be.”

I know it’s not reasonable, but his rationale frustrated me more, because he was being wonderful and I was acting like a child. I turned the page in my Potions book and continued to stare at the words.

“Come on, Love,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers tracing my jaw line before trying to coax me to turn my head. I resisted, trying to stay wrapped in my anger but the tickle of his breath on my cheek, his fingers dancing lightly down my neck, I wanted nothing more than to give in. I turned slightly and he cupped my face, turning it the rest of the way until he could seal his lips over mine. He sucked and nibbled at my lips, apparently making sure I was thoroughly distracted as he pulled the book out of my hands and tossed it onto the coffee table.

His hand went back to trailing down my neck and slowly made its way to cup my breast, massaging it slowly before pinching my nipple through my clothes. I gasped and a smirk turned the corners of his mouth. “I will make you a deal,” he pinched my nipple again, the fingers of his other hand knotting themselves in my hair and pulling my head back.

“Anything,” I sighed as he slowly made his way under my shirt to push my bra up. I tried to lean forward to meet his lips, wanting so badly to kiss him again.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, gripping my hair a little tighter so I couldn’t move. “You haven’t heard my proposition. We will have our fun first,” he pinched my nipple and pulled, “then we will go deal with your friends.” I whimpered, the feeling more intense without the barrier of clothing.

I agreed quickly, and realized after I should have more self control. I tried to reason with myself as I fisted my hand in his shirt, that I had been depriving myself of physical pleasure for so long that my body was just trying to make up for it. Who was I kidding, I’m just soft, after feeling so unsure and nervous all the time it was a relief to feel nothing but excitement and anticipation. Draco smiled as he slowly leaned in, capturing my lips again and I moaned. I started to move down on the couch, wanting to feel his weight pin me to the cushions. A small giggle escaped as he crawled over the back to kneel between my legs.

“And what are you laughing at?” he asked as he ran his hands under my shirt, pushing it up until I had to sit up so he could get it off. The light caress of his fingers brought goose bumps to my skin and I shivered as he pulled the shirt over my head, my bra following quickly.

“Nothing,” I smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

“Oh?” He pushed me back on the couch and followed me down, “I could just stop and we could go talk to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.”

“Don’t you dare, and don’t call them that.” He laughed and kissed me again before slowly moving down my body. He took my abused nipple into his mouth, soothing it with his tongue before sucking hard. My back arched off the couch as I buried my hands in his hair. How the hell had I not allowed him to do this sooner? While he lavished attention to my left breast with his mouth, his left hand smoothed over my stomach to cup my other breast. He pulled lightly on it and I honestly wondered how it was still possible to think. I wanted him to hurry up and get to it, I realize he wants to take it slow for my sake, but it was honestly starting to kill me. The more freedom I give him with my body, the more I just want to jump right into having sex and save the gradual stages for another day.

My breath caught as he bit down on my nipple, little ripples of pleasure spreading from the abused flesh as he licked the sting away. I wondered if I could get so much pleasure just from having him caress my breasts then what would it be like for him? I unfisted my hand from his hair and slowly made my way down to his left nipple and lightly brushed my thumb across it, the muscle beneath tensing under my hand. Taking that as a good sign I did it again, this time pinching lightly and he shivered. I wanted to explore more, running my hands slowly down his sides I passed a ticklish spot and his body jerked, his mouth releasing my breast to let out a small yelp.

“Sorry,” I laughed, making sure to run over the spot again before making my way back to his nipples. He gave me a pointed look before grabbing my hands and pulling them from under his shirt. “Hey, that’s not fair!”

“Don’t make me tie you up,” he grinned, pinning my hands above my head. “Actually, that sounds like a fantastic idea.” A slight thrill raced through my body at the thought of being completely at his mercy. I had a quick second to wonder if I had kinky tendencies I didn’t yet know about before Draco rolled off me and stood up. Apparently he was as sold on the idea of me being tied up as I was and scooped me into his arms to carry me to his room. My heart was racing and I could feel the nervousness start to set in but I ignored it. I was slowly beginning to think that it wasn’t a fear of the intimacy that was making me so unsure before, but more the fear of being so naked (figurative and literal) with someone. Being tied up put Draco completely in control and I found that while the idea still made me a little nervous, it was also incredibly appealing. I was thoroughly enjoying the idea of being dominated, letting go of the control I so carefully exerted over every part of my life, and letting Draco take the reins.

Caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t realize we had made it into Draco’s room until he dumped me on his bed. He laughed at my yelp before crawling onto the bed after me. “You are wearing way too many clothes,” I complained, sitting up on my knees and bunching his shirt in my hands. He raised his arms so I could pull it off and my breath hitched as I slowly moved the shirt over his chest. It never ceased to fascinate me just how beautiful his body was. All creamy pale skin stretched over taut muscle. I never thought I would appreciate Quidditch, but it definitely has its merits. As soon as he was free, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest and sealing his lips over mine.

As he bent me over his arm and kissed his way to my left breast. I couldn’t help but think that they were getting too much attention and I wanted nothing more than for him to concentrate somewhere else. Excitement fluttered through me at the thought of finally having some relief from the need that was left when I made him stop. I wondered how to speed this along and get him to stop teasing me when he moved his knee between mine and grabbing my hip with his free hand pulled me flush against his thigh. I gladly took the invitation and moved against it, the friction against my clit was just right and I gasped, moving again to repeat the feeling.

“Draco, please,” I whimpered, needing more.

“Please, what?” he asked, the look he gave me as he flicked my nipple with his tongue told me he knew exactly what I was asking. Frustration filled me as I realized he wasn’t going to do anything until I asked for it.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he flicked my nipple again and smirked. I groaned as I continued to move against his thigh. My muscles clenched, wanting, needing something more, a touch I was too embarrassed to voice. “Ask me for it, Love. Tell me where you need my touch most.” His fingers traced along the edge of my pants.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to express what I wanted. ‘Touch my pussy’ was too crass and I refused to say it out loud, even saying it in my head had my cheeks warming and ‘Finger me’ just sounded juvenile. I know he was just playing with me and I’m sure there was a certain allure that came with hearing your lover say aloud what they want but I was just too uncomfortable with it right now. So I went with the next best thing, burying my hands in his hair, I pulled his head up to mine and kissed him desperately. I pulled away and trailed kisses to his ear, tracing my tongue lightly along the edge I whispered “Fuck me.”

His laugh took me by surprise and I jerked back. “I guess that’ll do, but one day, I will make you tell me, in detail, what you want me to do.” His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans as he kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation as he pushed my pants down and his hand moved inside. I swore under my breath as his fingers danced around my clit, close but not actually touching. I moved my hips against his hand trying to force his touch.

“Draco, please!” I cried again as his finger made another delicate pass over me.

“Well, if you insist,” and the next thing I knew he was pushing a finger up inside me. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as his finger began to pump and his palm brushed against my clit. I moved against his hand increasing the pressure as he added another finger. If just his fingers felt this good, I couldn’t imagine how amazing sex would be.

“Oh God,” I moaned and my eyes opened to find Draco watching me intently. I wanted to share the pleasure, to bring him to completion with me, not just have him watch me take mine. I moved my hand from where it was gripping his arm and trailed down his chest to undo his pants. My other hand, still fisted in his hair, brought his lips to mine as I wrapped my hands around him, his gasp against my lips filling me with pleasure. He kissed me hard, stealing my breath as he pushed into my hand. I was so close, I could feel the beginning of the orgasm, I rode his hand harder, trying to get the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge, and just as I was about to fall, he stopped. I whimpered at the loss of my fantastic orgasm and tried to move my hips but he removed his hand.

“Lie down,” he said and I found myself slowly falling backward, my legs moving from under me so I was laying flat on his comforter. I lifted my butt as he began to pull my pants and underwear off. I watched him as he worked his own off and had the wonderful thrill of seeing him completely naked, the picture even more stunning because I wasn’t afraid. I leaned on my elbow and wrapped my hand around him but he swatted me away with a grin.

“Hey,” I complained, trying to touch him again but he pushed me away.

“Later, you can touch me as much as you like, but right now is about you,” He laughed, pushing my legs farther apart and settling between them, his hands wrapping around my thighs to hold me in place.

“What are you…oh holy hell,” I gasped at the first swipe of his tongue, my back arching off the bed. I looked down and met his eyes, “I wanted to savor your first orgasm with me,” he said as his tongue flicked against my clit. I couldn’t argue with that so I settled against the pillows and buried my hands in his hair. My hips moved against his lips and fingers as he pushed them into me again. My orgasm came faster this time, probably because I was so close when he stopped. I whimpered as my muscles began to flutter around his fingers, the tightness in my stomach building until he sucked my clit hard and pleasure flooded my body. I cried out, five months of frustration, all releasing in a matter of moments, and just when I started to come down, he did something fantastic that my dazed mind couldn’t comprehend and I was falling all over again. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my muscles tensed and I writhed on the bed, Draco’s name falling from my lips as I slowly came down, the little flicks of his tongue prolonging the pleasure. When my body relaxed and my hands fell from his hair he moved to lie next to me, kissing me gently before resting his forehead against mine.

We stayed like that until my breathing slowed, my eyes fluttering open to see Draco’s very self satisfied little smirk. “Like that, did you?” I couldn’t help but laugh in response and shoved him back onto the bed. “Your turn,” I grinned, and began to kiss my way down his chest. Not entirely sure where this boldness came from but I was definitely enjoying it. Maybe it was the lovely feeling of post-orgasmic bliss that suffused my body or maybe just the fact that his body was mine to do with as I pleased. I looked forward to paying this beautiful body homage and set in with fervor. It was exciting to think that I was causing the little hitches in his breathing or the small groan that escaped his lips when I nibbled at the crease of his hip bone. I hoped my smirk was as mischievous as his as I kissed my way around him, coming close but never touching.

“Stop teasing me,” he groaned as I flicked my tongue ever so slightly against the tip.

“Tell me what you need, Love,” I repeated his words, my voice teasing as my hand gripped the base and pumped slowly. He apparently had no qualms about telling me exactly what he wanted, his simple “Suck me off” sent a thrill through my body and I was happy to oblige. I pulled him into my mouth, sucking hard. Now this is where my confidence wavered, I was working mostly on instinct and a little on what I had read in those sex books. Luckily it seemed like you couldn’t really go wrong with this, so I just continued to suck as I bobbed my head. It surprised me that I was enjoying this as much as I was, I always kind of thought it would gross me out but knowing that I was giving Draco pleasure made me like it even more. It seemed a good sign that Draco had buried his hand in my hair and was slowly thrusting into my mouth. I let him take over the movement as I swirled my tongue around the tip and wrapped my hand around the base, moving it along with my mouth, twisting as I got to the top. That went over well as he moaned and started thrusting faster.

“Merlin, Hermione,” he gasped, and I’m embarrassed to say something inside me did a little happy dance. Is it weird to be excited that I was giving Draco an orgasm? He pulled gently on my hair, I think he wanted me to stop but I ignored it and kept going. “No, Hermione, I’m going to…” He trailed off as I sucked hard, trying to push him that last little bit. I felt his body tense underneath me as he moaned and suddenly his orgasm was filling my mouth. The taste was strange but not unpleasant and I swallowed, continuing to pump my hand as he came down. I let him fall from my mouth with a pop and smiled happily as I crawled back up his body. I kissed my way to his mouth, making it slow and sweet as I straddled his hips and settled on top of him.

“Like that, did you?” I kissed his nose and his hands came up to caress my sides.

His responding grin was radiant, “A little too much, I think.” He grabbed my butt and pulled me forward so he could reach my lips and kissed me hard. It made me hot all over again and I wanted nothing more than to do it all over. I started moving against him and his hands tightened on my butt holding me in place. “No, Love, you made a promise.” He rolled me over, kissing me again before moving off the bed.

“Damn,” I sighed as I watched him walk away, I had hoped he would forget. I slid off the bed, my legs a little shaky as I made my way to the bathroom.

The conversation that followed went surprisingly worse than expected. I don’t think it helped that my lips were swollen and I had a bite mark along my collar bone I didn’t remember getting but pretty much the second I walked into the Gryffindor common room they assumed (correctly) what had kept us. As much as I tried to keep the conversation civilized, Harry and Ron’s yelling kept me from getting a word in. After Ron accused me of sleeping with the whole school behind their backs, it turned into the yelling match of the century and ended with me cursing them (literally, I Silencio-ed them both) and was finally able to get a word in before stomping out of the room. Never in the years I have known them have I been that angry.

I sighed as I packed up my books to head to Potions, it was so frustrating, I refused to give up Draco but apparently that meant I had to give up Harry and Ron instead. I headed out of the classroom with the rest of the students and my jaw dropped in shock to find Draco leaning against the wall outside, apparently waiting for me.

“Ah, Granger, finally, we need to talk about a slight problem with the dance decorations.” The students that had paused at the extreme oddity of finding Draco Malfoy waiting for me continued their chatting when they realized it was all work and obviously nothing interesting.

He fell into step next to me as I nervously started questioning him about the problem. We had everything planned out so perfectly! The dance was in 3 days, this was not the time for things to go wrong. He walked with me, listening to me but not answering and it made me more anxious.

I stopped in the corridor outside potions and turned to him, “Malfoy, why aren’t you…” The rest of my sentence was cut off as he grabbed my hand and jerked me around the corner where no one could see us. I found myself pushed against the wall, Draco pinning me with his body as he captured my mouth.

“There’s no problem, I just wanted to walk to class with you,” he whispered against my lips. I smiled and kissed him again. He pulled away and reality slowly seeped into my mind, we were going to be late for class.

“Draco, we have to go,” I sighed and he nodded, looking around the corner, he gave me the ok and we made our way to the door. Before entering, he pushed something into my hand. I’m sure I got some strange looks as I walked into the class with a stupid smile on my face and a pink orchid to my nose.

He loves me.
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