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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47045 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Four: Dessert

"What does that mean?" Hermione whispered in disbelief, though deep down she feared that she knew exactly what it meant.

"It looks as though I'm going to have to..." Draco swallowed, "decorate you with desserts and then –"

"OKAY I get it!" Hermione stood suddenly from her chair and closed her eyes. Is it still too late to get out of this? She glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye and watched as he ran a shaky hand through his long hair. He turned to her and shook his head in aggravation.

"I think it's past time for you to explain why you have these cards to begin with," he said, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

Hermione notched her chin into the air. "That's not important."

"Not important…?" Draco took a step closer, his body tense with anger. "I think I have the right to know how I came to be stuck in this mess with you."

Hermione stared silently into his increasingly angry face as he quietly awaited her explanation. "It was just a stupid gift, that's all," she bit out and turned her back to him.

"A stupid gift...?" Draco repeated, breathing out heavily in frustration. "Because of some stupid gift, I'm forced to mess around and eventually fuck you?" Hermione's body quivered as he voiced the one thing that she had been afraid to face since the beginning…

That this night would eventually end in sex…with Draco Malfoy...

She spun back around to face him, her eyes reflecting his own angry glare. "Well I am so sorry that you're being forced into having to do this with me," she spat sarcastically. "I can imagine that you're wishing it was with any other girl." A tiny pain poked at her chest, the feminine side of her shrinking further into the corner. "But at least you don't have to waste your first intimate experiences on someone who hates you…"

Draco clenched his jaw as he watched her large brown eyes fall to stare at her feet in misery. She was a virgin, just as he suspected. He couldn't help but wonder if she had ever even been kissed before.

"Granger," his deep voice called out to her. Her eyes lifted to his and he saw the frightened innocence within her gaze. He swallowed back the uncharacteristic urge to reassure her by smirking. "At least now you actually have a chance with a bloke. Doubt you would have had one otherwise."

Hermione fought the urge to punch Draco's smug face and instead sat down in her chair. "Just stop already! Neither of us is happy about this, but it's how it has to be done. Now, we can sit here and complain all night," Draco's stomach did an uneasy flip and his cock jumped painfully as the pull of her card called out to him, "or we can get this over and done with."

Draco stood in silence watching her small, angry form for a moment longer before releasing an angry growl and turning toward the fireplace.

"Gripnock," he called out. Almost instantly a *pop* to their left sounded as an aged house elf stared up at them. He had transformed a pot holder into a diaper-like dress with a piece of string tied around his middle. His eyes were large and bulgy and his nose was long and crooked. His large ears flopped against his small, round head as he turned to look from Draco to Hermione.

"What can Gripnock do for head girl and head boy?" he asked anxiously. Hermione stared up at Draco as she tightened the blanket around her shoulders, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"We need something from the kitchens," Draco said in an emotionless tone.

Gripnock's hands were ringing nervously in front of him as he nodded his head. "Of course, Master Malfoy!" he said.

Draco appeared cool and collected, betraying none of the whirlwind fighting to take control inside of him. "We need dessert toppings. Cherries, chocolate, sugar..." Hermione's blush grew deeper with every word. "... sprinkles, caramel," he turned toward her with a piercing stare, "anything else?" he asked.

Hermione cleared her throat, attempting to sound as nonchalant as he. "...Um, whipped cream?"

Draco's cock twitched at the thought of the milky substance sliding between her thighs. He clenched his fists and turned back to Gripnock. "And whipped cream."

Gripnock bowed deeply before another *pop* signaled his departure. Draco frowned and bent to sit in his chair when the room exploded with dozens of *pops* and house elves appeared carrying trays of dessert toppings. A table appeared out of nowhere beside Hermione's work desk as they began stacking the sweets on top.

Bowls of colorful candies and jars of sugars and sauces covered the surface and Hermione's heart began to pound against her chest as she scanned over the sweet, sticky items that would soon be covering her naked flesh.

After the house elves were finished, all bowed and left beside Gripnock, who gasped and stared up at Draco in fear.

"I forgot Master's bowls!" he cried out, bracing himself for Draco's anger. A smirk formed on Draco's lips as he turned to stare at Hermione.

"We won't be needing bowls," he said, causing Hermione's eyes to widen. Gripnock bowed and quickly left the room.

"You almost make it sound like you're enjoying yourself," Hermione muttered. Draco shrugged and turned to face the table.

"Enjoying myself? No. But I suppose you were right about what you said before. The only option we have is to get this thing over with. It's not that I'm at all pleased to be doing this with you," Hermione frowned and Draco sighed. "…but it doesn't look as though I have any choice. I'll just have to force myself to endure it."

Draco swiped his finger into a bowl of warmed chocolate sauce. A shiver ran down Hermione's spine as he brought it to his mouth and sucked. She watched his muscular back flex as he leaned forward to rest his hands on the corners of the table. Was she really so undesirable that the only reason he reacted toward her during her last turn was simply because of the game?

Draco turned to face her. "You ready?" he asked. Hermione stared up at him and he was surprised to see sadness in her heart-shaped face.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, standing slowly. After a few seconds, she let her blanket fall to the ground.

Draco felt his enlarged member pulse with desire as he scanned his eyes over her naked flesh. He watched her move past him to her desk as she began slowly clearing her books and quills out of the way. It was excruciating, the urge that burned inside of him. He wanted so badly to get his turn started.

Draco stepped forward and with one long sweep of his arm, knocked the remaining items off of the desk to go clinging onto the stone covered floor. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but it quickly snapped shut as Draco grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to sit ontop of the desk.

"Lay down," he demanded, lust swimming through his stormy grey eyes. Hermione's eyes widened but she did as she was told. Draco turned to the dessert table and searched over the items, trying to decide which one to start with.

Hermione felt a shiver of apprehension combined with something else entirely rush through her body. She breathed out slowly and closed her eyes tight as Draco turned back around to face her. She heard something rattle as he shook it, and then gasped as something cold swirled around her left nipple. She released a shaky breath as she felt him do the same to her right. She peaked through her lashes to see two fluffs of whipped cream covering her nipples and Hermione's pulse quickened as she realized that soon he'd have to lick it away.

Next Draco reached for the chocolate sauce. He turned and saw that Hermione's eyes were still closed, and he couldn't help but be thankful for it. He wouldn't want her to watch the desire in his eyes grow with every sweet he placed on her flesh. And oh, was desire swimming through the very core of his body.

Draco dipped his finger inside of the sauce, and hesitated for a moment before pressing it against her collar bone. He could feel Hermione tremble beneath his touch as he slowly slid his finger downward, between her breasts and the crevice of her stomach. He slowly circled her navel before lifting his finger away. He could see that she was breathing faster and he smirked to himself as he turned away to chose his next dessert.

Draco grabbed two cherries from the small bowl and placed them atop of her whipped cream covered nipples. Next he spread caramel over her ribs and up the side of her neck. His eyes glanced back at her face.

Her eyes were still closed and her cheeks were a rosy pink. Her mouth was parted and soft breaths of air escaped from between them. He watched as her tongue slowly darted out to spread moisture over her lips, and he found that he could not stop himself from dipping his finger into the sugar bowl and reaching forward.

Hermione gasped as she felt Draco's finger rub along the soft skin of her lips and she tasted the sweetness of the sugar that now coated them. Her body felt hypersensitive to every touch and it seemed that she couldn't get enough of the feeling of Draco's strong hands and fingers on her.

The thought of licking the sticky sauce away from her skin seemed the most alluring to Draco, and he was distantly aghast to the idea that he'd think any of it was appealing to him. But his brain seemed to have taken a back seat to his more needy of appendages, so he did not hesitate to reach for the caramel sauce and spread a line over her hips and then down the top of her legs. He then swirled whipped cream around her toes, which caused Hermione to squirm and giggle and Draco was surprised to have caught himself smiling along with her.

Once finished, Draco took a step back to appreciate his work. His mouth watered as he scanned over her sweet-covered body, from her sugar coated lips down to her whipped-cream fluffed nipples. Over the chocolate covered flatness of her taut stomach and down her long legs, where a mixture of sauces had slowly begun to drip. His eyes stopped momentarily at the place he had been trying to avoid since the beginning…the small patch between her legs, covering the spot that the most primal part of him yearned for.

Draco clenched his fists and forced his mind to focus. He quickly stepped forward and bent toward where Hermione lay tensely waiting.

Hermione held her breath as she felt Draco lean over her. She could feel his warm breath close to her neck, and jerked as his tongue suddenly slid down her throat, causing a sigh to escape from her lips.

Hermione bit the side of her cheek and squeezed her shut eyes. The feel of Draco's tongue swirling around her neck and collar bone caused moisture to pool at her entrance and she had to physically stop herself from grabbing hold of his soft blond hair and pushing his mouth closer to her flesh. It was torture - the way that he slowly slid his firm, warm tongue downwards, following the sticky trail of chocolate. He softly nibbled at her flesh and Hermione hissed in pleasure as he circled her navel with his tongue and scrapped his teeth against the skin of her lower stomach. Hermione was so caught up in the pleasure that she hadn't even realized that she had began to softly buck her hips... but Draco had noticed.

Biting back a groan, he forced himself to move away from the area he knew she craved him to touch the most. He suckled at her ribs until he moved back up toward her breasts. He moved away from her flesh for a moment to look down at her face. What he saw in her features resembled pain, though he knew it to be more. Draco knew exactly what she was feeling. It seemed that this game was created to torture the players until the last card was drawn.

Draco bent and lowered his head to her breasts. He hesitated for a moment before he wrapped his mouth around her whipped cream covered nipple, and sucked.

Hermione gasped as her back arched and her hands flew up to tangle in Draco's shoulder length hair. His hand moved to message the bottom of her breast as he lavished the top with his tongue. Once he finished with the left, he quickly moved to the right.

Hermione could feel his hard length against her side and she moaned as he slowly began to rub it softly against her. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down to see Draco's head over her breast. Watching him as he nibbled and sucked caused a scorching awareness to spread over her entire body and she couldn't quite place the feeling that swirled in her lower stomach.

Whatever it was, it wanted more.

It seemed as though Draco was finally satisfied with her upper portion, as he started to move back down her ribcage, toward her hips. Hermione felt him place a small kiss on her side, and she was surprised at the gentleness of him. It definitely wasn't something that she imagined the cold-hearted Slytherin capable of...

The slightest scrape of the stubble on his chin tickled her sensitive flesh and she moaned as he softly bit the underside of her hipbone and continued to make his way downward. She tensed as she felt him near the part of her that burned with need above all else, but a sigh of disappointment escaped her lips as he moved passed it and down the tops of her legs.

"Asshole," she surprised herself by growling. She could feel his smile against her skin as he continued his journey down her legs until he reached her toes.

Hermione had never once in her life even considered the possibility that one could feel pleasure from what another did to their feet, but when Draco's warm mouth enclosed around her big toe, a wave of pleasure crashed over her entire body, causing a loud, drawn out moan to force its way through her.

For several minutes he licked, nibbled and suckled at her toes until he stood straight and backed away. Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Draco bent and leaned toward her mouth. Hermione gasped in surprise as his tongue snaked out and licked at her lips.

Draco tasted the sweetness that covered her mouth and savored it for a moment before his lips crashed down onto hers with a force that matched his burning need. He didn't have to wait for Hermione to open her lips, granting him access into her mouth, which he began to thoroughly explore. There was no fight for dominance, Draco took full control and left no room for dispute.

After a few more moments, Draco pulled slowly away. Both were breathing hard and Hermione watched Draco's face as the urge of the card was replaced with confusion and he scanned his eyes one last time over her body before holding a hand out for her to grab.

Hermione took his hand and he pulled her to sit upright on the side of the desk. A small smile tugged at her lips as he ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat.

"Interesting," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione spotted a smudge of chocolate on his chin and she giggled as she reached forward and softly wiped it away. Draco's eyes snapped up into hers and the smile fell away from her mouth as she too cleared her throat and nodded.

"Very interesting..." she agreed. They continued to sit in an awkward silence until Hermione pushed herself off of the desk to grab the blanket from the floor and wrap it around her shoulders.

"Where do you think you're going?" Draco asked as she passed by him.

"To take a shower, obviously," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"No way, we need to finish the game. You can't just expect me to just sit here and wait for you," he growled.

"I'm sticky and disgusting and I'm taking a shower!" Draco could see in the way that she was glaring at him with pursed lips that he held no sway in the matter. He stood gawking at her for a moment until an angry scowl formed on his face and he wordlessly stomped across the room to slump down in his chair.

"Make it quick," he muttered. Hermione smirked and turned to walk the stairs to her room.

Draco sighed in defeat as he watched her go, cursing under his breath. His urgency wasn't due only to his desire to end the game...it was because the pulsing in his groin had for too long been denied and every shift of fabric against it was near on the edge of painful. He felt himself throbbing and more than anything he wished that he could just end it himself. But he knew that it was hopeless. The only touch he now craved was Granger's.

Draco's eyes moved to the cards resting on the table...

Perhaps there was a way to hurry her up...

Hermione stepped into her shower and moaned as she felt the warmth of the water spread over her body, rinsing away the sticky substance that still coated her. She closed her eyes and sighed as the truth of the matter became very clear to her.

She enjoyed that far more than she should have.

And it was with Malfoy! It seemed as though this mess was growing more and more complicated as the night wore on. The only comfort she held was in knowing that tomorrow morning, neither would remember this ever occurring. All she had to do was be sure to burn those damned cards the second the game ended.

Hermione rubbed the washcloth over her body and tilted her head to the side to let the water flow down her neck. And then suddenly...she froze.

The strangest feeling ran through her as she searched the shower and felt that it was missing something...

...Or someone.

Hermione gasped as she heard her bathroom door click open and she shrieked in surprise as the shower curtain flew back and Draco stood in front of her with a cocky expression on his face. Hermione attempted to cover her exposed body with her hands, which seemed silly due to the previous events of the night.

"Malfoy! What are you doing?"

Draco did not reply, he simply raised the card in his hand and held it in front of Hermione to see.

The image displayed to her was of a man and a woman together in a shower. Dim lighting surrounded them, shadowing their wet bodies. The man stood smug as the woman used her hands to rub soapy lather over his naked flesh.
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