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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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Thursday, February 14^th

                  I stood in the shower, the water beating down on my shoulders and I couldn’t help the sigh that passed my lips as I finally started to relax. Grudgingly reaching for the shampoo I started to wash, the dance began in an hour and I had to start getting ready. I wondered what Draco was doing as I massaged my scalp, wanting nothing more than to see him for a little while before the dance started. The moments we were able to steal over the past few days as preparations for the dance began did little to satisfy me. He made sure to let me know that I was on his mind with little heated looks as we passed in the hall or caught each other’s eye in class. The real torture came when he started hiding flowers with little notes attached to them, each containing their own compliment or sexual demand. It was odd to receive a white Lily, a flower meaning virginity, with notes like ‘You have amazing breasts’, or ‘I need to taste you again’ but the real gems came on Wednesday when I swear there was a Bachelor Button hidden everywhere possible. The notes attached to these significantly more descriptive; ‘I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me, muscles shaking as you ride me to completion’ and my favorite so far, ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week’.

I barely made it half the day before I pulled him into a deserted corridor and in a matter of moments was screaming his name. Thank Merlin for silencing charms because I’m pretty sure the whole castle would have heard. That little endeavor made us late to lunch and we both had to eat quickly to make it to our next class but it was absolutely worth it.

  Rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair I turned to grab the shower sponge and found Draco stepping into the shower. “Let me do that,” excitement rippled through me as he smiled and stepped toward me. This was probably a bad idea, we only had an hour and I’m pretty sure if he touched me I wasn’t going to let him out of the shower any time soon. Then again, the idea was incredibly appealing, especially if I could reciprocate. Coaxing me to turn around he started with my shoulders, massaging as he went and I was sold. I leaned against the wall, bracing myself as he worked down to my butt and thighs. I widened my stance, hoping for a caress but was quickly disappointed as he moved to my calves then stood up. I tried to turn so he could wash the front but he pulled me back against him, his erection sliding between my legs as he began to massage my breasts. Letting my head fall back against his shoulder, I arched my back, moving against him as his hands made their way to my hips and pulled me to him more firmly. I rocked my hips, my hand going down to hold him against my lips so he brushed my clit as he thrust against me. Oh how badly I wanted to angle him so on the next thrust he would slide into me, but knowing he had something special planned after the dance I forced myself to wait. My legs began to shake as the first tingles of my orgasm started and I brought my arm up to turn him to me, nibbling at his lips before kissing him hard. I swore my legs almost gave out as his hand came up to pinch my nipple and he started to thrust faster. I was so close and the little hitches in his breathing told me he was too. I angled my hips a little more, trying to give us both the little added friction we needed. I cried out as his head hit my clit just right and I began to fall, the orgasm vibrating through my body as my legs gave out and Draco caught me, riding out his own orgasm as I continued to hold him against my pulsing flesh.

  I buried my face in his neck as he moved us into the spray of water, the heat searing my sensitive skin as it washed away the remaining suds and the evidence of Draco’s release on my thighs. I needed to wash again and no way was I letting him do it or we really weren’t making an appearance at the dance. He let me go slowly, making sure I could support myself and I turned to face him kissing him softly. I didn’t want to leave his arms, I didn’t want to spend an entire evening pretending I hated him and trying my best to ignore him as he danced with other girls. I knew it wasn’t possible but I secretly hoped he would ask me to be his date, even if it only meant being together verbally and not physically.

  “We have to get going or we are going to be late,” he kissed my forehead and stepped away.

  “And whose fault is that,” I teased as I reached for the shower sponge again.

  We showered quickly, dancing around each other to wash off and trying to avoid touching. I knew I had to get out when he ducked his head under the spray, his hands running through his hair as his back arched. My mouth went dry as I followed the streams of water down the muscles of his chest and the hard planes of his stomach to his penis, where he was beginning to stir again. His arms dropped to his sides and my eyes snapped up to meet his, “Like what you see?” I had the intense need to kiss the self satisfied smirk off his face but I smiled sweetly instead and slipped out of the shower.

  As I walked into my room I heard my name being yelled. Crap! Ginny! I had completely forgotten she was coming here so we could get ready together. I dried quickly and secured the towel around my body as I made my way to the common room. Thankfully it looked like she had just arrived, as she laid her dress bag over the reading chair and put her make-up bag on the coffee table.

  “Hey Gin, I just got out of the shower, come on up, we’ll get started.” I wanted to get her into my room before Draco decided to make an appearance and she put two and two together. I’m pretty sure life hates me because just as the thought crossed my mind, Draco’s door opened and he stepped out with a towel slung low on his hips and another being rubbed through his hair.

  “Hey, Weaselette.”

  The grin that tipped the corners of her mouth as she looked between us was absolutely devilish. “Draco!” I groaned and his only response was to laugh and duck back into his room. I cursed him under my breath, was that necessary?

  “Wow, what happened to waiting?” she teased as she grabbed her stuff again and followed me to my room.

  “There are plenty of ways to entertain one’s self without actual intercourse,” I quipped back, trying to lighten my embarrassment. Thankfully she just laughed and let it drop, laying her make-up out on my dressing table as I slipped into some clothes.

  “Alright,” she clapped her hands together, “show me your dress so I can get started.”

  I moved to my armoire and pulled the dress bag out. I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with clothing, but I couldn’t help it the moment I laid eyes on the gown. I couldn’t find anything in Hogsmeade so I owled my mom and told her what I was looking for. She didn’t disappoint, it was exactly what I wanted and I couldn’t wait for Draco to see it.

  “It’s beautiful, Hermione and you’re going to look fantastic in it! Now sit down so we can get started.”

  The next half hour was filled with spells and tools flying around and my hair pulled in all directions. My hair took the longest but as soon as it was done it took her no time at all to finish the make-up. I kept my eyes closed at her request and though I trusted her, my mind couldn’t help but think up horrid possibilities. I worked myself up unnecessarily because when I finally opened my eyes I froze in shock. A pile of elegant curls sat on top of my head, the ringlets falling down my back, a few brought forward to frame my face. My eyes were dark, the black and silver blended together just enough to enhance and ending in points just past the corner of my eye. It was elegant and edgy at the same time and I loved it. I smiled at Ginny in the mirror, “Thank you, it looks amazing!”

  “Of course, this is me we are talking about. Now scoot so I can get ready.” She shooed me away, taking my place at the mirror. We only had a few minutes and I felt bad that I took so long, luckily she doesn’t have the hair handicap that I have and she was done in no time. I couldn’t help but be envious as her straight hair curled elegantly at the ends and small pieces were pulled back from her face and secured with a little gold clip. Oh to have hair that didn’t stick up like I’d just been electrocuted, but I guess we can’t all be lucky.

  As she put the last touches to her make up, I grabbed my dress and headed for the bathroom so she could change in the room. Luckily Draco wasn’t in there and I locked the door to his side so he couldn’t just pop in. Excitement raised goose bumps on my arms as I stepped into the dress and pulled it up. I zipped it up and could only stand and stare. The gown was emerald green and hugged my curves perfectly, the sweetheart neckline pushing my boobs up. The bodice was ruched, the little folds of fabric giving it texture, with a beaded strip to bring even more attention to my breasts. The gown fell to the floor in a full A-line skirt and finished in a little train. Everything was absolutely perfect and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. I slipped on the strappy heels that brought the dress up to just brush the floor and exited the bathroom.

  Ginny was sitting on my bed all ready to go as I entered. She looked radiant in her gold dress. Thin straps held up a sequined, heart shaped bodice; the ribbon wrapped around her cinched her waist and ended with a bow at her back. The bottom of the gown was gold tulle, the ends curled to make the skirt full and ended just above her knees. The dress showed off her legs perfectly and her gold open toed heels were the perfect final touch.

  “I doubt Harry will let you even leave the common room,” I laughed, making her stand and give me a spin.

  “We shall see, he still hasn’t really talked to me, so hopefully this’ll give him a little push in the right direction,” she smiled, smoothing down her skirt as she gave herself a once over. “I guess I will head out and meet you there. You really do look amazing, Hermione, Draco won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” she winked and made her way to the door. I followed behind her and was surprised to find Draco standing at the fireplace his back to us, rocking on his heels as he stared at the dying flames. As I walked into the room he slowly turned and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I was enthralled as Draco walked up to me, his black dress robes fit him like a second skin, how it was possible for all those layers to accent his muscular physique I have no idea but they did it perfectly. His hair was gelled back and I was a little disappointed because I loved when it was loose, but it fit the picture of formality perfectly.

  “My love, you look exquisite,” his hand came up to brush my cheek and I had to fight back tears. He smiled and kissed me lightly, “Don’t cry or Ginny will kill me.”

  I choked out a laugh as I tried to blink them away, “She probably would too. It took her forever to get me ready.”

  “Well, she did a lovely job but you could have walked in there with bed head and pajamas and I still would have thought you beautiful.” I punched his arm, my emotional moment passing as he teased me.

  “We better go, we’re a few minutes behind and I’m sure everyone is cursing our name since they can’t get in until we open the doors.”

  Draco tucked my hand in the crook of his arm as we walked down the empty corridors, the murmur of voices as we neared the Great Hall getting louder and I was reminded that this couldn’t last all night. I tried to remove my hand from his arm but his hand closed over mine and kept it there.

  Confusion pulled my eyebrows together but I couldn’t say I was unhappy that I could keep holding onto him. However as we approached the top of the staircase I couldn’t help the nerves tightening my chest as we took the first steps. Now, I wish I could say that we had a grandeur entrance, everyone turning as we descended, shock rippling through the crowd at seeing us together, but we were pretty much ignored. Caught up in my own little world I had completely forgotten that the Head Boy and Girl open each dance so it probably wasn’t a shock to find us arriving together. A few girls did turn at the realization it was Draco walking down the stairs and wanted to appreciate the view, Pansy in particular. As I looked around at the crowd, I realized I was getting a few looks of my own and I couldn’t help the smile that spread.

“I don’t think I should let you out of my sight. What if you go running off with one of them,” he whispered in my ear, moving his hand to the small of my back as we reached the bottom of the stairs and the students parted to let us pass.

  “Your date isn’t going to like that,” I whispered back, trying my best not to sound upset. I was really hoping it wasn’t Pansy; I wasn’t looking forward to watching her hang off him all night.

  “Hermione…” His pause made me look at him as he stopped at the doors, “you are my date.”

  Now I really was going to cry. Thankfully, Draco chose that moment to push the doors open and I had a moment to collect myself. I must admit that we do good work, the Great Hall looked beautiful. We chose simple but elegant decorations, light pink strips of fabric were hung across the ceiling, the ends continuing down the wall to pool on the floor; large candle chandeliers floated just below and provided the majority of the light. As we walked in we passed through the tables first, each chair covered in red fabric, the table cloths white with clear table settings for anyone who wished to snack on the food. The flower bouquets in the center were all different, inspired by Professor Sprout’s lessons, there was, of course, a bouquet of red roses to be traditional but the rest of the tables had Jasmine, Lilies, Orchids, Pansies, Sunflowers, Tulips, Lilacs, Camellias, and Chrysanthemums. Passing through the grouping of tables, we made our way to the stage as the rest of the students filled the dance floor. We had gotten our wish of a teacher free dance so it was our job to give the opening speech and begin the festivities.

  Draco’s hand fell from my back as he moved to the edge of the stage, waiting for the students to settle down. “Welcome to the Hogwarts St. Valentine’s Day Ball, as I’m sure most of you have noticed, the teachers will not be chaperoning the dance this evening,” he grinned as the students cheered, “but that doesn’t mean that we still do not have to abide by the rules.”

                  The resounding groan that filled the room after that statement made me smile as I stepped forward. “Draco and I, as well as the other Prefects will be your chaperones for this evening and we will be enforcing the curfews for each year. We are trusting that each of you will respect this and when it comes time for you to leave you will. Please don’t make us kick you out of the dance, I can guarantee you won’t like our method.” I laughed at the nervous titters that rippled through the crowd at my idle threat.

                  “Now that formalities are out of the way, enjoy the dance everyone!” The first notes of the opening song began and Draco turned and bowed to me, offering his hand in invitation. I couldn’t help but smile as I took it and he slowly led me down the steps to dance floor. The students moved to the sides, opening the dance floor for us as he twirled me, stepping flush against me as I finished the turn and immediately led me in a waltz. I couldn’t contain the excitement that filled me as he led me around the dance floor, and I wondered when my classmates would realize that there was more here than just opening the dance together. Maybe when this dance was over and we were still together. I didn’t notice when more couples joined us on the dance floor, too caught up in the feeling of being pressed so close to Draco in public. The last notes of the song drifted off and I reluctantly stepped out of Draco’s arms as he bowed again and I curtsied. I will admit it was a little weird to be so formal in front of everyone but Dumbledore required it at least for the first dance and then we could dance however we wanted. A few moments after the song ended, the main lights in the hall dimmed just as the stage exploded with color and the Weird Sisters walked on stage to the cheers of the students. Draco led me off the dance floor quickly, barely avoiding the rush of students as they pushed their way to be in front.

                  We made our way to the concessions table where all manor of treats awaited the greedy fingers of hungry students. It was no surprise to find Crabbe and Goyle loading up plates as we paused to get drinks, Draco greeted his friends as I popped a truffle in my mouth. I looked around as he chatted and was a little surprised to see Harry and Ron making their way toward me. I sighed; I really didn’t want to do this tonight. “Hi guys,” I greeted cheerfully, hoping it would get us off on the right foot. They murmured their hello’s and I was happy to see Ginny and Lavender walking up behind them.

                  “Hurry and apologize so we can all enjoy our evening,” Ginny’s firm tone had both the boys tensing and I couldn’t help but smile at how she had them both so securely under her thumb. They stayed silent, their frowns deepening as Draco turned toward us, his arm settling around my waist.

                  “Hermione,” Harry began slowly, “we don’t agree with the relationship, but Malfoy also hasn’t given us any reason to trust him in the years we’ve known him. You are our best friend and we don’t want to lose you and if that means accepting Malfoy as your boyfriend, then we will suck it up and at least be understanding.” Ron’s face continued to get redder through the little speech and at Harry’s nudge he added, “I don’t like it, I don’t agree with it, and I won’t be nice to him but I don’t want to lose you so I will bear it.” Ron turned and grabbed Lavender’s hand, stomping his way to the dance floor and getting lost in the crowd.

                  I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react to that, but since it was apparently the best apology I was going to get, I smiled, “I’m happy you guys are at least going to try, that is all I ask for.” Harry nodded and with another look at Draco, led Ginny away.

  “Why do I feel like Ginny fed him that speech?” Draco laughed as he pulled me close and kissed my forehead.

  “Well, whatever it was, at least you have your friends back.” I nodded, hoping that what they said was true. It really was all I wanted, I understood that nothing would go smoothly right from the start, but I guess I over estimated my best friends if they would throw me to the sharks that quickly and over something so harmless as a boyfriend. I guess that is what years of animosity get you, but I was hoping that if I could forgive then so could they. I wasn’t sure where our relationship was headed, not really wishing to dream up something that I couldn’t have, preferring to enjoy the moments as they came. But if we were destined to go anywhere, I would hope that at least with time that they would become civil.

  Draco led me to a table in the corner and set down my little plate of truffles and my pumpkin juice. “This is the only bad part about being the chaperones; we can’t leave until the very end.” I couldn’t help but agree, as much as I wanted to enjoy the dance, going to our rooms sounded like a much better way to spend our time.

  “Maybe we could let the Prefects take over and just disappear.” I slipped another truffle into my mouth. His fingers slid along my jaw turning my face toward his as he caught my lips. We kissed for a moment before he pulled away, “Mmm…coconut.”

  “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

  We were startled out of our little moment. I must say Pansy really knows how to gain people’s attention. Other couples sitting at the tables near us turned to look; it really was too much to ask for a pleasant evening without any incidents. Then again, two seemingly sworn enemies caught kissing in public; it was bound to turn heads eventually. Too bad we were noticed so quickly, and by the Queen of Drama herself.

  “Ah, Pansy, what can we do for you,” Draco’s tone was cool as he settled back in his chair, his arm resting along the back of mine. I hoped he knew how to handle this because I was completely at a loss. I watched the fury flit across Pansy’s face before settling on the bitchiest smile I’ve ever seen on a person.

  “Draco, darling, you seem to be confused,” she stalked around the table and leaned over, running a hand down his tie before fisting it in her hand. Too bad punching a fellow student is frowned upon. “Even though she’s dressed up like one of us, a Mudblood will always be a Mudblood.” Screw it, I started to reach for my wand, but Draco beat me to it.

  His smile was chilling as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled it from his tie, “20 points from Slytherin, Pansy, darling,” he spit the endearment out as if it were a foul taste in his mouth. “Say the word again, I dare you.”

  Pansy jerked back like she’d been slapped. I wanted to step in, help out in some way, maybe throw that punch or even a spell would be satisfying, but Draco had let me handle my friends so it was probably better for him to handle his. As Pansy stared intently, doubtlessly trying to think of her next dig, I looked around the room. We were starting to get an audience, the students seated around us were watching and as the news spread, a few were stepping away from the dance floor. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to announce us to the student body, but apparently Pansy’s little show was going to be our unveiling. I tried to ignore them as Pansy finally exploded.

  “You little bitch, what have you done to him?”

  “Excuse me?” I arched an eyebrow and sipped my drink, hoping nonchalance oozed from me as I held her gaze.

  “You’ve put him under a spell, haven’t you? He wouldn’t touch you otherwise!”

  I rolled my eyes, “I don’t need a spell to get him to touch me, he seems to do that just fine all on his own.”

  Her responding scream had the music halting and everyone turning toward us. Crap, we needed to wrap this up quickly, if worse came to worse we could always kick her out of the dance and be done with it all. I shifted in my seat nervously as I noticed people starting to surround us, everyone wanting to watch the little show Pansy was intent on putting on. Draco sat next to me patiently watching Pansy rant as his fingers burrowed into the hair at the nape of my neck as I fidgeted.

  “Your father will hear about this! How could you sully your bloodline with this mudblood bitch!” I jerked back as she suddenly lunged at me.

  I didn’t even see Draco move, the light tug as he pulled his hand from my hair was the only alert to his action as the next thing I knew, Pansy was pushed up against the wall, Draco’s hand around her throat. “I warned you not to say it; you should have left well enough alone. The headmaster will hear of this and I look forward to the punishment he will give you with the knowledge you tried to assault the Head Girl. Now, leave the dance or I will remove you myself.”

  I stood slowly as the murmur of the crowd rose and moved to Draco’s side as he stared Pansy down. “Maybe we should get the professors to chaperone the rest of the dance and leave. I don’t think it’s a very good idea for us to stick around after this.”

  “We aren’t running away Hermione, we knew a reaction like this was inevitable. I’m not hiding anymore.” His hand closed around mine, squeezing tightly before twining his fingers through mine. The reassuring smile he turned to me as he stepped away from Pansy did little to damper my need to flee all the questioning looks but I knew he was right.

  As he took another step back and finally looked around at the crowd we had attracted, his trademark smirk turned his lips as he addressed them. “The show is over people, get back to the dance or I will cancel it.” Draco pulled my chair out for me as we settled into our table again; people gradually moved back to the dance floor as the Weird Sister took the queue and began playing again. As Draco settled next to me, his arm resting along the back of my chair again, I couldn’t help but peek at Pansy. She hadn’t moved, I couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. Is it mean to hope she did something else so we could kick her out? Maybe it was my own sick desire to shove all the years of ridicule I took from her over the years, in her face. Unfortunately I didn’t get my wish as she stomped her foot and stalked off. She didn’t leave the dance though, instead making her way to the other side of the room.

  “Just let her go, I really don’t care,” he murmured in my ear before kissing my cheek.

  Nodding in response, I popped another chocolate in my mouth and looked around. We were still getting looks, and I knew all the whispers were about us. It was a little uncomfortable but it was easy to ignore as Draco threaded his fingers into my hair and scratched lightly at my scalp. I shivered and immediately relaxed, wishing intensely that we could leave.

  The rest of the dance went off without a hitch, thank Merlin. On the downside, the whispers didn’t stop, but Draco did his best to keep me distracted. We danced, we kissed, and we cuddled at our table. It was absolutely amazing and I couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that Draco made the majority of the students too nervous to ask us questions. When it finally came time for the dance to end and the students slowly began to file out, Draco left first; leaving me to finish the head duties to do whatever it was he had planned for tonight.

  As soon as I was sure everyone had made it to their rooms I wasted no time rushing to my own common room. I wasn’t sure what to expect as I pushed the portrait open, but it definitely wasn’t what greeted me. Draco stood in front of the fireplace, the fire reflecting in his eyes as he turned to me. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in, he had taken off the outer shell of the dress robes leaving him in a white collared shirt, tucked into his black suit pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the shirt unbuttoned partially and my mouth went dry. I’m not sure what it was about this look, but it was the absolute sexiest a man could look with his clothes on. It alone was enough to make me wet, my legs trembling as I made my way closer to him. As I rounded the couch I noticed he had laid out blankets and pillows, a makeshift bed spread in front of the fire.

  “Draco, what is all this?”

  “I wanted a different setting. We’ve done the bed, the couch, the desk, the shower, and Hogwarts’ grounds. This is one of the things we haven’t done,” he closed the distance between us, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. The kiss was slow and sweet as he ran his hands down my sides, tickling lightly. I fisted my hands in his shirt, pressing harder against him to encourage the kiss into something more. He smiled against my lips and on the next pass of his hands, my dress suddenly released and pooled at my feet. Surprise lit my body at his finesse and the sudden rush of cool air on my skin. I got my satisfaction at his sharp inhale of breath as he took in my undergarments. I excited in my forethought of buying sexy lingerie to hide under my dress and had to stifle the sudden urge to jump up and down. It was an odd way to react, but never had I seen such a look on anyone’s face when they looked at me. Even Draco’s first look of amazement when he first saw me naked didn’t compare to this. The black lace strapless bra cupped my breasts beautifully, pushing them up into a tempting roundness as my nipples poked out through the delicate lace. His eyes caught the bra first, his fingers trailing up my sides to cup and caress my nipples, unable to wait, as he took in the rest of me. The barely there lacy thong left nothing to the imagination and sat sexily over a black lacy garter belt. The belt was my favorite part, it clung low on my hips accenting the curve and led the eye down to the sheer black stockings. I celebrated my excellent decision to have something so sinful hiding underneath such a formal gown and delighted in just watching Draco’s reaction flit across his face before finally settling on pure lust.

  My stomach dropped as his eyes finally met mine and I got the full effect of that searing gaze. His growl pulled a gasp from me as he suddenly pulled me against him again and sealed his lips over mine. This kiss was anything but slow and sweet. He bit at my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth to war with mine before sucking it into his mouth. His hands were all over, wanting to touch it all and yet not sure where to start. Finally settling on my exposed ass cheeks he gripped them hard, my responding moan making him growl as he pulled my hips securely against his as he ground against me.

  “You have no idea what you have just signed yourself up for,” his voice was low, the rough note sending shivers down my spine.

  “I think I can guess,” I gasped as he landed a light slap to my ass. The slight sting had my walls clenching and intense excitement filled me as I realized it was turning me on. I moved my hips against him, hoping to encourage him and got my wish as I was rewarded with another one.

  “You can’t even begin to comprehend. I was going to take this slow, take you with my mouth and my fingers. Make sure you were warm and wet for me as I began to work myself in you,” his words were followed by more slaps, the cheeks of my ass warming and making me wetter. “Now I don’t think I can hold off. You have presented before me such a delicious sight that I want nothing more than to throw you on the floor and fuck into your welcoming pussy until you scream my name, begging me to come.” I gritted my teeth as he nipped my ear and he moved his hand to press his palm against my clit.

  “Come for me, Hermione. I can’t wait to push into your welcoming heat but I want to make sure you are ready for me.” I rode his hand, my breathing quickening as the first tingles of ecstasy began. I cried out as he pushed my thong to the side and sunk two fingers into my cunt. The sudden invasion pushing me closer as I ground down harder, fisting my hands in his hair and pulling him to me for a kiss as a few more thrusts tipped me into orgasm, my inner walls rippling as his fingers continued to thrust.

  “Lay down on the blankets. Now.” Another slap landed on my ass as I moved slowly to comply and I whimpered. All I could think about the entire time was how incredibly sexy this whole situation was. Never had I imagined Draco to be so domineering, and yet it fit his personality so perfectly and I loved every second of it, if the state of my knickers even before orgasm was any indication.

  I lay on my back and stared up at him as he stood before me. His smirk dripped pleasure as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “The flowers I sent you yesterday. Which was your favorite?”

  My already flushed skinned became hotter as a blush lit up my chest and cheeks. We were back to this again, he wanted me to tell him what I wanted. “I don’t know Draco, they were all so tempting.” His eyes narrowed as I avoided his question and I grinned innocently.

  “Tell me, Hermione. I can just as easily jerk off and be done, but Merlin knows I would much rather be buried in your warm pussy.”

  “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk for a week,” I tried my best to deliver that as nonchalantly as possible. His growl of approval made me shiver and it gave me more confidence to play his game. Watching as he shrugged out of his shirt, I slowly trailed my hands down my body, stopping to run my fingers across my nipples as they pushed against the fabric, begging to be released. I left my bra in place and moved down my stomach, arching my back as I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slowly began to pull it off. His fingers fumbled with his pants as the panties slowly made their way down my legs. The muscles in his jaw clenched as I threw the thong to the side and let my legs fall to the sides, just wide enough to get a glimpse as I ran my fingers up my thighs. I couldn’t stifle the giggle as he shoved his pants and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them quickly before dropping to his knees between my legs. His hands went straight to my thighs, pushing them apart and suddenly I felt too exposed, my hands coming up to cover myself and I jumped as a growl pushed past his lips.

  “Don’t hide, Hermione. Don’t ever hide from me.” His gaze locked with mine and the urge to obey was almost scary. I’m not sure where the sudden uncertainty came from, but as soon as the command entered his voice it was like nothing else mattered. This both scared and thrilled me at the same time. The experience was intense and all the more thrilling for the dominance. My hands fell away and he leaned down to kiss me, the gentleness surprising me as he tried to reassure me. It made me smile and I cupped his cheek, rubbing my thumb against the stubble until he looked at me again.

  “I’m ok; it was just a moment of nervousness. I think I’m just a little shocked at how hot I find your dominance. I never expected it, and yet, I don’t think I would have it any other way.”

  “I got a little carried away, I meant to take it slow,” he nuzzled my neck, kissing and suckling at the skin along my collarbone.

  “I don’t want slow,” I demanded. He laughed and kissed me again, shifting his body slightly and suddenly I felt the head of his cock against my entrance. I gasped as he pressed forward just slightly so I felt pressure and my hips jerked forward, entirely on their own, and pushed him past the entrance.

  I gasped as he kissed me again, “Eager are we?”

  “You have no idea,” I sighed and jerked my hips forward when he didn’t move. He smiled against my lips and slowly eased forward again. His small movements as he worked into me were frustrating on a whole new level. I wanted that full feeling, my walls clenched with the need to feel him inside of me and yet he continued to deny me. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he thrust shallowly again and I couldn’t take it anymore. Raising my legs around him, I dug my heels into his ass trying to urge him on.

  He broke the kiss on a laugh and trailing kisses down my neck slowly began to pull out what little he had pushed in. My cry of frustration ended on a strangled moan as he suddenly bit down on my shoulder and pushed all the way inside of me in one thrust. It was overwhelming, the sensation almost too much as he pulled out almost all the way and did it again. Another cry escaped as he began a rough rhythm, giving me exactly what I wanted. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on, arching my back to meet him at every thrust.

  “Merlin, Hermione. You’re so tight,” he moaned in my ear before pushing himself up. I reached for him afraid he was going to stop, but my protest ended as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him to rest my butt on his thighs before moving again. The change in angle caused him to hit the perfect spot and the tightening in my stomach began. It was sensory overload, and I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself as he held me to him. My fingers fisted the blankets as my muscles began to flutter around him. I was riding on the edge of my orgasm, needing something to push me over and it wouldn’t come. I began to writhe trying to change the angle just enough to send me over the edge but his hands on my hips held me in place.

  “Draco, please,” I moaned, hoping he would understand. His grin told me he knew and he leaned forward to catch my lips as his hand moved between us. His fingers began to rub against my clit in time with his thrusts and it was exactly what I needed, tipping me over into an explosive orgasm as I choked on a scream. My body shuddered through the last of my orgasm as Draco continued to thrust slowly, prolonging the sensation for as long as possible. It wasn’t until my body calmed that I realized he was still hard and I couldn’t help the sudden worry that he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as I had. Leaning down to kiss me softly, he pulled out and sat back on his knees.

  “Why didn’t you…I mean, did you not enjoy it…”His laughed caught me off guard and my rambling trailed off.

  “Of course I enjoyed it, but this isn’t over yet. How quickly you forget,” he tsked as he urged me to roll over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so my knees supported me. He gripped my waist as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk.”
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