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Stolen Kisses	By : Lauricula Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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How could I have been so stupid? Draco scolded himself as he returned to his common room, attempting to flatten his tousled hair. Hermione had approached him a few nights ago in the library and apologized (though not very sincerely it seemed) and asked if they could meet in the tower again. Draco, of course, had said yes immediately.

They kissed, they touched, they even took off clothing, and Draco had been completely okay with it. No one else knew about their secret meetings besides Harry, according to Hermione. And it was this secret, and loneliness that made Hermione’s uncertainty practically unbearable for him. He couldn’t talk to Crabbe and Goyle as they had no experience with girls at all. No one else in Slytherin was close enough to him, nor would they understand. And Harry…well, no explanation needed. He was stuck; confused, hurt and alone.

Hermione, meanwhile, wasn’t necessarily feeling alone, but she was definitely feeling guilty. She knew perfectly well that she shouldn’t have asked Draco to go to the tower, but she missed kissing him…a lot. Her feelings for him were still jumbled and mixed up, but there was nothing she could do about it right this second. She didn’t even bother trying to talk to Harry, not wanting to hear more about how it disgusting it is that she’s doing this in the first place.

Draco lay in his bed; the silver and emerald silk sheets lying gently on his pale body. For mid-September, the weather was still quite warm, and the silk sheets did just fine. Candles lined the walls, giving the dormitory a warm, cozy glow against the gray bricks. He stared at the ceiling, and his thoughts flew back to earlier that evening. He recalled the way Hermione’s warm, soft lips felt brushing against his, and the way her small hands traveled up and down his torso. Her touch was addicting, and he could never get enough. Her sweet brown eyes smiled at him, and her mouth curled into a smirk as her hand traveled south, causing Draco to gasp in surprise. He hadn’t expected that, if he was honest. The erotic events of this evening filled Draco’s mind as he drifted off to sleep, leaving an ache in his lonely heart.

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Draco awoke with a start, aware that he was in the most uncomfortable position. He tried to move his arms but found them bound to each corner of his bed; along with his legs. No wonder he had woken up! His entire body was stretched to the four corners of his bed. Nearly all the candles were out except for four, giving the dormitory hardly any light. Come to think of it…the beds were empty as well. Was he dreaming?

A lean, slick figure appeared at the end of his four poster, and her slightly frizzy hair gave way to her identity immediately. Draco chuckled. “Experimenting with bondage, are we?” she tilted her head, and smirked. Something was covering her body, but what was it? A bath robe?

She stepped into the light, allowing Draco to see her better. His assumptions had been confirmed; it was a bath robe, a pale blue silk bathrobe nonetheless. Hermione smiled down at his, admiring how lovely he looked in this position. “There are rules, Draco.” Her voice was calm, and airy.

Draco nodded fiercely, ready to hear anything she had to say. He desperately wanted that bathrobe to come off. He could only imagine what she looked like underneath. His forehead was being drenched with sweat, and his erection was now sticking straight in the air.

“First, I have arranged it so that you cannot touch me. Second, you cannot move; no thrusting, rocking, pushing. Any movement from you, and I stop. Do you understand?” she spoke faster than normal, and Draco’s head spun trying to keep up.

“Yes.” He whimpered, not caring that he was at her mercy. He just wanted her to touch him…kiss him…

She raised an eye brow at the blonde boy. “Oh yes, rule number three. You will call me ma’am.”

Draco’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Yes, ma’am.” He could get used to this!

Hermione slowly reached for the sash that kept her robe tied together, and locked her warm brown eyes to his. Her robe fell open, and Draco’s jaw dropped at her exquisite, exposed body. Her breasts looked delightful, and his mouth watered for them. The curves of her body were making his mind spin. He wasn’t brave enough to look at her sex, knowing he would lose control if he did.

Hermione approached the edge of his bed, and traced her hand lightly down his cheek and jaw. “Draco,” Oh God, he loved the way she purred his name; so seductive, so sexy. “If at any point at all, you want me to stop, say stop, and this will end immediately. Understand? Do not hesitate to say stop. This is very important.” Her voice was stern, and Draco nodded showing he understood.

She climbed in between his separated legs, and grasped his erection firmly with her soft, tiny hand. Draco gasped, but was careful not to thrust his hips; keeping the rules in mind. She smiled to herself, admiring his body. She began to stroke him, slowly and gently. She watched as his mouth formed into the shape of an ‘o’ and his eyes slowly began to close. He made her chuckle by posters of his bed, willing his body not to move. The smoothness of her hand felt wonderful against the sensitive skin of his penis; she was barely doing anything and he already couldn’t handle it.

The stroking stopped, and Draco turned to face her; a look of disappoint on his face. Hermione laughed, throwing her head back. “Did you not want me to stop?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Draco shook his head.

“Too bad.” Hermione said harshly, leaning forward so they were now nose to nose. The mintiness of her breath wafted into Draco’s nostrils and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as her lips met his. Her skillful tongue explored the depths of Draco’s mouth, and she pressed her bare body against his. He still remembered not to move; move and this was all over.

Hermione sat up again, looking pleased with herself. She placed herself back between Draco’s legs, and crouched forward so her mouth was now directly over his penis. Draco’s heart rate quickened and his breathing became rapid as he realized what she was about to do. Keeping her eyes on his the entire time, Hermione slowly lowered her mouth to the tip of his penis, drenching it in warm saliva. Her eyes shut and Draco took the opportunity to lean his head back slightly; hoping she wouldn’t notice. Her mouth began to move and-

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A rough hand was shaking Draco’s shoulder, waking him from that wonderful dream.

“You’re going to be late for class! Come on!” Crabbe urged, standing over Malfoy like a boulder.

Draco groaned, laying back down and throwing his pillow on top of his face. He heard Crabbe leave, and Draco reappeared from underneath his pillow. That had been such a wonderful dream. Though it just made his situation worse; there was no way that dream would ever come true.

Hermione woke up early and headed down for breakfast, not wanting to deal with the usual rush of students. Her dreams had been a bit strange last night and she wanted time to process them. Draco had been in them, which wasn’t so unusual. But he had been letting her treat him like dirt. She had turned him down multiple times in her dream, and he just took it. He didn’t argue. She told him she was unsure of her feelings and he didn’t protest to that either. Maybe she was dreaming about how she wanted the conversation to turn out. But didn’t that make her a terrible person? This is too much for this early in the morning. She told herself. Focusing on The Daily Prophet, she shoved scrambled eggs and toast into her mouth, forgetting all about her strange dreams and instead getting absorbed into a witch who couldn’t seem to stop turning into a lamp post.

Draco finally got out of bed, and felt the wetness in his boxers. Disgusting. He thought. Hopping in the shower, Draco revisited his dream from last night, but quickly realized that was a bad idea. He got dressed, pulling on his school uniform, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth. Crabbe and Goyle were waiting by the fire in the common room, looking quite sulky. I don’t have time for them today. Draco told himself. “Let’s go.” He ordered, and the three of them headed to the Great Hall. Draco knew the only thing he would be thinking about today was Granger and her lips.
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