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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47048 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Five: Slippery When Wet

Hermione inwardly groaned as Draco held the new card in front of her. She could already feel the urge to pull him into the shower coursing through her body and Draco seemed to know it as he lowered the card and waited for her reaction.

She cleared her throat as her eyes darted to the side in discomfort."Um…well…jump in?" Hermione muttered uneasily. Her hands were still lifted in an attempt to cover herself and she watched in trepidation as Draco lifted an eyebrow and backed away, letting the sheer curtain fall back into place.

Hermione felt the bubble of nerves in her chest grow as she watched the shadow of Malfoy on the other side of the curtain move to turn off the light, plunging them both into darkness. The only noise she could hear were of the water falling and hitting against her flesh, and the pulsing of her heart beat inside of her ears. She was about to call out to him when somewhere in the darkness, she heard his deep, masculine voice speak.

"Lumos" he whispered in a shushed tone, causing a soft light to appear in the damp, dark room. Hermione's eyes fell closed and she swallowed hard. When she opened them again she could see Draco's silhouette on the other side of the curtain.

Hermione watched silently as his figure bent to remove his only piece of clothing - his pants. When he stood straight again, time seemed to stand still.

In the matter of seconds, Hermione would be naked with Draco Malfoy. This realization should have frightened her, but instead a shiver of anticipation ran over her entire body...

Draco's hand lifted and grabbed hold of the curtain. With one fluid motion, he tugged it back.

Hermione's mind went blank as her hands slowly fell from her body.

He was magnificent.

Every inch of his body was sculpted to perfection. She could practically feel the vibrations from his soft pale flesh, with deep shadows over every muscle, every ripple of his body. His white-blond hair brushed against his strong shoulders and Hermione's fixated gaze followed his arm as he reached to push it back from his eyes. His forearms were large and corded with muscle and she momentarily wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around her.

Hermione scanned her eyes across his stomach. Her fingers simply itched to reach out and drag along the rows of muscle lined there. She'd swoop down to his navel, which was circled by soft, wisps of hair and then further, down the muscular V connected to his hips…

Hermione's eyes finally found the part of his body that she dreaded above all. Having never before seen this part of the male anatomy in person, she had to admit that it was both frightening and fascinating at the same time. It felt completely surreal to be seeing such a private part of him. Her lip quivered and her eyes widened as her mind drifted to the fact she had been fighting to ignore all night… that eventually, in order for the game to come to an end…they'd have to...

Don't think about that now, she thought angrily to herself. And yet, she still couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Only a few more seconds passed when she suddenly noticed as it twitched to life, and begin to harden and grow. Hermione gasped as her eyes flew up to see Draco scanning over her body with the same intensity that she had been scanning over his.

A mixture of emotions swept over her, from confusion to excitement to denial. It couldn't be that she was the one to cause him to react that way... surely it was only due to the game? Hermione shook her head, of course it was. Malfoy had made it quite clear that he held no desire to do any of these things with her.

She tucked her wounded pride back into the corner, and squared her shoulders. It was in that moment that she decided to approach the remaining events of the night as she did every obstacle she faced, with detachment and determination to see it through to the end.

Steam from the warm water encircled their bodies as Draco scanned over Hermione's womanly figure. He could clearly see in the moment that he revealed himself to her that she found his body as appealing as he found hers. No surprise there, Draco thought with his usual amount of cockiness. So he was surprised to say the least, when his eyes found hers once more to see her staring at him with an expressionless mask and a sort of aloofness to her gaze. Never before in his adult life had a female looked upon his nude body with such a lack of enthusiasm.

Draco frowned as Hermione took a step back, allowing him room to enter. He stood stiffly for a moment longer before entering the shower and closing the curtain behind him.

They stood in silence as the warmth of the shower wrapped around their naked forms. Water bounced against Draco's muscular chest and back onto Hermione's sensitive skin. She kept her head bowed, staring at the rise and fall of his breath, attempting to thwart the increasingly strengthening blossom of desire from within, demanding that she rub soapy lather over Draco's hard and waiting body. Hermione bit down on the urges that had begun to swirl through her, clouding her decision to remain unaffected to Draco's masculine and completely naked body standing in front of her.

Hermione released a shaky breath and turned her back to him and bent to grab the soap. As she did so, Draco's eyes shot down to the round ass displayed before him and he growled as his hands shot out, seemingly on their own, and pulled her back against his groin.

Hermione gasped as she felt his large hands wrap firmly around her waist and pull her back against him. Her eyes widened at the feel of his large, hard cock between the crevice of her bottom and as she stood straight once more, he wrapped his arms around her middle, locking her in the cage of his solid body.

She stood stiffly as he slowly lowered his mouth to her wet skin and began kissing a line down her throat. The water flowed over both of their bodies and Hermione begrudgingly admitted how amazing it felt to have him pressed up fully against her. She bit her lip as she very slowly shifted against his cock, forcing Draco to bite down on her neck and hiss.

Draco himself was far beyond reason as he held her womanly figure tightly against him. Her wet body slid against his own as he lavished her neck and collarbone with his tongue and teeth. It didn't matter that it was Granger he was with in that moment. She felt incredible, and Draco could feel only one word course through him as he ran his large hands over her stomach and down her sides…

More…

He lifted his hands to her wet breasts and groaned against her ear as she arched against him. He felt as though a man possessed in that moment, though somewhere deep within him an irritating voice demanded that he pay attention to why he was there in the first place. A part of him wanted to squish the voice to silence it, but Draco somehow found it in him to release Hermione's soft body and take a shaky step back.

It took a moment for Hermione to regain control over her desire ridden mind, but she finally forced herself to turn toward him with the soap in her hand. When she faced him, she saw that his eyes were half-lidded and that he was breathing hard. His member stood fully erect and the way it leaned toward her in a clearly needy manner caused Hermione to gulp and finally step forward.

Draco watched her with barely controlled desire. Her body was accented by the dim lighting of the room and his mouth watered as he watched her wet breasts bounce with every movement she made. He could barely make out the hesitant look on her features as she took a step toward him. He held his breath in anticipation as she slowly reached out with the slightest hint of curiosity, and rubbed one silky smooth hand over his chest.

Draco closed his eyes the moment that her skin made contact with his own. He bit back a moan at her seemingly innocent ministrations by breathing out through his nose and opening his eyes.

She was staring at his chest as though she couldn't quite believe that he was really there. That was one oddity that they both shared and Draco felt the sudden impulse to reach out and grab hold of her again, if only to prove to them both that this was real. But he did not get the chance. Hermione lifted the soap and began rubbing it against his skin, followed closely by her other hand, which trailed behind the slick lather.

With one hand on each side starting below his ears, she slid her fingers down the arch of his neck and over his large, muscular shoulders. Draco held his breath as she moved over the ridges of his stomach and the slopes of his hips. She paused for a moment, and as if coming to a sudden decision, locked onto his eyes and slowly lowered herself down in front of him, onto her knees. Draco's jaw clenched as her gaze traveled lower to stare at his hard and aching desire, hanging only inches from her face.

She lifted her hands, placed one on each hip, and then slowly inched them downwards. Draco's body tightened and his cock jumped slightly as her slick fingers slid down, around, and past his most deprived of regions. His body relaxed in a disappointed exhale as she kept moving away from it, down the tops of his legs.

Draco was suddenly and begrudgingly reminded of his last turn when he had purposely avoided the part of her that craved to be touched the most. He growled as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her wet hair and as gently as possible, though not without difficulty considering the intense strain in his body, he tilted her head back to stare into her eyes.

"Quit your teasing!" he barked down at her. What surprised him even more than the effect she seemed to be having upon his body, was that her response was to simply smile up at him and shake her head.

"Your card says nothing about washing that part of you, Malfoy," she said sweetly. Draco closed his eyes as he released her, and his head fell sideways to lean against the wall as he groaned.

"Damn you and damn this bloody game," he muttered sourly. Hermione only smiled as she stood and moved around to his back.

Draco's eyes fell shut as she began rubbing soothing circles over his shoulders and neck. She certainly does have talented hands, Draco mused, and he forced himself not to think of what else she could use those talented hands for. He sighed, if it weren't for the feeling of her wet breasts pressed against his back causing his manhood to remain at attention, he'd almost say that he was quite contented. And that alone was enough to set him on edge.

After having finished his back, Hermione moved downward, but paused for a moment to appreciate his muscular bottom. Her cheeks burned as she realized that this was not the first time that she had ogled his perfectly shaped bum...though she would'nt have ever guessed that she'd actually have an opportunity to touch it.

She took her time with this part of him, slowly rubbing down the dip of his lower back. His bottom felt rock solid beneath her touch as she rubbed soapy circles over him. A small giggle of joy escaped her lips as she realized just how much fun she was having with this particular area.

"Get a move on, will ya?" Draco sighed.

Hermione smiled. "What's the matter," she asked, "Not a fan of getting your bum rubbed?"

Draco crossed his arms and grunted. "Not particularly, no." Hermione pouted as she moved away from his ridiculously cute rump to finish washing down the backs of his legs.

The instant that she reached the heels of his feet she felt the spell of Draco's card release its grip on her. She took a moment to regain some sense of control over her heated body before standing to place the soap down and then turning the water off.

"All done," she said quickly, as she opened the shower curtain and stepped out into the crisp air of the bathroom. Draco stood rigid inside of the shower and Hermione could feel his eyes burning a hole into her as she quickly dried herself off and wrapped a towel around her body. She turned to face him.

"You coming?" she asked and Draco shivered at the double meaning of her words. His face remained blank as he clenched his jaw and slowly stepped out of the shower. Hermione watched him silently as he bent down and pulled on his pants. When he stood straight again, Hermione's eyes instantly fell to his giant bulge, and she had to bite back a sigh of pity as he slowly shuffled toward the door.

"I'll be downstairs," he muttered as he grabbed his wand and exited the bathroom. Once gone, Hermione's shoulders fell in a deep exhale of breath. Her body felt numb and on fire at the same time.

Draco was more man than Hermione could have ever imagined. The unabashed feminine side of her cried out to him on every level and yet the sensible side of her, the side that had been through years of torment at his hand, struggled to keep a hold on her ever increasing desire toward him.

Deep down Hermione knew…that her attraction toward him went far beyond the power of the game. Deep down she felt the uncoiling of desire at the thought of having sex…with Draco Malfoy.

Hermione groaned. At what point during the game did she start wanting him to this extent?

Hermione entered her bedroom and after pulling on some loose fitting pajama bottoms and a white tank top, walked back downstairs to where Draco was waiting, slouched in his armchair. Hermione cleared her throat as she plopped down into the one beside him. She ran a hand through her long, wet hair as she turned and smiled softly.

"So, my turn?" she asked. Draco nodded yet kept his head straight, as though refusing to look at her. Hermione bit her lip as she watched him. His attitude had been sour since the beginning, but his mood seemed to have darkened considerably since she had seen him only a few moments ago.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Draco turned to glare at her. "Other than being forced into a sex game with a frizzy-haired twit? No, nothing at all, everything's bloody peachy," he snapped. Something in his tone went far beyond the nastiness that she was accustomed to hearing from him and it sent a startling pain through her chest.

"Oh..." she replied in a small voice. Draco breathed out heavily as he regarded her and couldn't help but regret the harshness of his words.

Wait, when did I gain a conscious? He thought angrily. It's this stupid game! It's tricking me into thinking that I actually care what the stupid girl feels! And yet still, he couldn't shake the sagging regret in his chest as he watched her sad eyes staring off into nothing.

"Hey," he muttered softly. Hermione looked up at him with questioning eyes. Draco swallowed hard as the apology slipped back down his throat. "Pick a card already," he finally said in a low tone. The hope in Hermione's face vanished as she nodded and reached out to grab the top card from the deck.

She lifted it to her face and scanned over the picture. He waited patiently for her gaze to snap back up to his own as she slowly handed the card to him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

A woman was bent over a man's knee with a silky black blindfold over her eyes. Her face was contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain and her bottom was red and welted. In the man's hand was a think wooden paddle, raised high into the air, getting ready for another strike...
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