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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Another special thanks to my wonderful beta taraxchan, who still found the time for the actual chap this week, although heavily swamped and busy herself.

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Chapter 6

Draco let out a sharp sound as Hermione's hand suddenly dipped down underneath the fabric of his pants and grabbed his manhood. It was unexpected and done so bluntly.

This Mudblood... Granger... Hermione was really unpredictable.

He actually had no real plan for the night, nor how he would spend it with her, but she now had surprised him for the second time. First, the way in which she had burned at his touch, like ecstatic fireworks and now, second, she has even become active. He was beginning to think he was dreaming, but was quickly pulled back into reality when she unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his knees. In doing so she had to briefly let go his penis and so it pointed unabashedly towards the ceiling on its own.

Draco wasn’t able to any longer maintain the overly relaxed and cool pose from before. His hands shot up and he lifted his upper body. Supported by his elbows and feet, he freed himself entirely from his pants until he was finally naked.

Hermione, meanwhile, had grabbed his penis again and held it in a firm grip with her left hand. She turned her head and faced Draco, bestowing him again with her new, bold, and almost greasy smile – one that he couldn’t have produced any better himself. She moved her hand, slowly sliding back the foreskin on his shaft until the pink top was visible. Another wave of desire went through his abdomen and the velvet tip of his cock stretched shiny to full size in her hand.

Draco sharply sucked in air.

How could she do that, so wicked, so indecent – and Hermione Granger of all people?

He let the air out.

Was it now payback time for what he had just done to her? With her unexpected actions was she bringing this whole thing – the night and the pact – quickly to an end? No, that couldn’t be the reason since he recognized the pure lust in her eyes. He had to moan again as she closed her fist around his penis, continuing moving up and down, sliding the foreskin back and forth repeatedly.

Whilst she stimulated him even further, his view fell to her breasts as they were raising and lowering from the movements of her hand and forearm. Draco shifted the weight of his upper body, propping himself on his right elbow so that his left hand could be free and reached for her breasts. He just had to touch them while Hermione continued the ongoing maddening treatment of his best member.

But just as he touched them and could feel her soft skin, with her free hand she slapped his hand away by his fingers; like he was being a naughty little boy.

"You just retain yourself. Now it's my turn, Draco. Got it?"

He was so surprised by her energetic tone that he could only stare back blankly.

She looked at him as if filled with doubt.

"Well, if it so hard for you to control yourself..."

With these words she took his left hand, then reached demandingly for his right one, which was still supporting his upper body.

He already regretted his action for his penis was standing all alone while she was doing something else with her hands...

With gentle force she pulled on his right hand, making Draco sink back on to his back. She pressed his hands together and wrapped the chain – its end still attached to one of his wrists – around them a few times. Draco's hands were now tied to each other - well, he would easily be able to extricate himself, but the reproachful look in her eyes clearly stated that he had better now. Well, why not her way?

"And now you behave yourself." She ordered him and rattled on the chain, as if checking its solidity.

She then rushed back to his penis and continued the massage.

Far too slowly and tantalizingly, he found. He tried to meet the rhythm of her movements by thrusting his hips, thus improving the sensation.

"Faster, Hermione, faster!"

"You would like that?"

"Please!"

"No way. Now you will feel for yourself how torturous that was."

She adjusted her hand, creating a very wicked rhythm. The second she touched his balls and enclosed them with her other hand, Draco almost jumped out of his own skin. This went on for another few torturous minutes.

Draco could taste his own medicine now and it was painful and sweet. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. If he continued looking at the kneeling and naked Hermione at his side – seeing her bare legs, stomach and breasts with that look on her face, he would simply lose his mind out of sheer unfulfilled desire. She moved her hand ever so agonizingly slow – he groaned in despair.

He was putty in her hands. Why not just tear down the chain and jump her? The truth was that he enjoyed the gentle torment too much – being a master himself at it. Besides, not only was Hermione a beautiful, attractive and exciting girl – she was – at least in this aspect and for now – fully tuned into his wavelength.

Draco could not stand it any longer. The first droplet of his desire formed on the small opening of the tip of his cock.

Hermione paused the movements of her hands – the gentle kneading and stroking of his balls as well as the ups and downs on his shaft.

Concerned about the sudden departure of the glory of her touch, Draco looked up and raised his head just as she bent down and approached his moist tip with her outstretched tongue. When her wet, soft tongue touched it at last, Draco closed his eyes again. It was just too much.

Draco could feel Hermione licking up the salty drops, and he prayed to Merlin that she would finally speed up – finally free him from this agony with unbridled ferocity. He could not take this torture much longer.

Shortly after she gripped her fingers on the base of his penis and retracted the foreskin, her tongue took care of the exposed parts. Teasingly, Hermione played with it, licked it up and down, then on the tip. Finally, she approached the little frenulum on the underside – making Draco moan and howl. He was still unable to watch her doing this to him.

He then felt her lips. She placed delicate kisses – soft, deliberate and not only on the top.

"Hermione, I cannot stand it anymore!" His tone was between that of an appeal and despair.

"Oh, Draco, you have to." She responded with mocking pity in her voice - what a beast!

"You were the one asking for a night with me. Now you have to show what kind of man you are."

What? What was going on? On top of all, she challenged him. Okay then, he would control himself. He must control himself... must master it somehow.

After the brief exchange of words, she placed more kisses with pursed lips on his velvet glans. Draco, meanwhile, forced himself to breathe calmly and regularly. However, when after a few more kisses she opened her lips and dipped his penis into her mouth, all of his contained and controlled breathing had gone to hell. Draco groaned again and saw Hermione as she took his manhood in her mouth, right in front of him. It didn’t matter whether he had his eyes open or closed – there was no escape. She was ever-present and always occupied his thoughts and feelings.

Her mouth moved up and down, her tongue playing around on one side, then the other, enjoying herself by teasing either the frenulum or the small opening on the tip. Hermione was having fun here – that was obvious.

She licked and sucked him, and fell into an interplay of mouth, lips, tongue and fingers. Finally she focused back to the tip and placed a few, tender kisses with her mouth.

When Draco thought that he was already getting a short break, he began to feel gentle scratching on his shaft that was in diabolical opposition to the delicate kisses.

He could not help but look up.

Hermione was using the fingernails from both of her hands. With them, she scraped on all sides over his member. Frenzy not far away, Draco threw his head back as Hermione continued unwaveringly, teasing the hard shaft with her fingernails and rewarding the soft tip of his penis simultaneously with her tongue.

Draco could not think straight anymore. The only thing he knew for sure was that this Mudblood certainly paid him back for his actions. Yes, she really did.

Hermione, however, did not stop. Sometimes she retracted her fingers and took his penis as far as possible into her welcoming mouth, sucking it, caressing it, then returned to scratching gently with her fingernails.

He had no choice but to give in and resign into his fate. Either way, she knew how to drive him maddeningly wild. So what was left for him to do?

Hermione enjoyed taking revenge for the slow and agonizing rise of her own voluptuous orgasm that Draco had carried out in her, and in such a cruel way – as best as she could.

It was audacious what she was doing here. She had never done that before. Audacious maybe wasn’t actually the word. Sinful, indecent, obscene – at least that’s what the old Hermione would have said. Pleasing a boy with her mouth? In particular… Malfoy? But she just loved to brush over his shaft and press the tip of his penis against the inside of her cheek, feeling his tense trembling and excitement.

For it was she who drove him into sexual madness with her fingers, hands, body, movements and all the teasing. She sensed the sudden power she had over him, and Hermione felt wonderful with knowing that. Just because it was him, issuing this pact, this demand for the one night with her, she didn’t mind.

She decided to torture Draco a little bit more and added her teeth to her fingernails in order to cool him down with mean teasing, delaying his orgasm even further.

She succeeded in getting better and better at it. Soft lips, smooth mouth and wet tongue opposed sharp nails and teeth. Whenever she felt his lower body start contracting, announcing the impending orgasm more clearly every time, she slowed down her pace and withdrew her caresses – using her fingernails and teeth instead. She wanted to keep him at this level for as long as possible.

He looked up briefly again and again – each time more sexual madness and frustration in his eyes than there was before.

The chain was still in place, looped around his wrists loosely. Draco had fully submitted to the game. ‘Depraved Slytherin!’ Hermione thought, grinning inwardly.

She tormented him a little while longer, ignoring the pleading that spoke from his eyes. It was becoming more and more helpless.

However, Hermione felt that it would not be long. The warning twitch between his balls and in the shaft occurred with increasing frequency, no matter how much she mistreated him to reduce his excitement.

His tension rapidly rose, his legs convulsing and he shook his head wildly from side to side. Any minute, the moment would be reached.

Her tongue licked the entire length of the underside of his penis from base to tip, then she put her mouth over it again and created a diabolical sucking vacuum. She could feel his balls in her hand pulling upwards towards his abdomen. A huge, voluptuous outcry echoed from the prison walls when Draco finally lost control. She felt the twitch of his loins, his hips soaring up from the blankets, driving his cock forward.

The long-awaited orgasm had finally come. It rolled over him and threw him into a sexual delirium, for sure.

Hot seed gushed into Hermione's mouth. Although she knew it would happen, she was still surprised by the violence of it. The taste was somehow a bit salty, even bitter and it did not seem to stop – four, five, six times his loins tensed and squirted out the semen. Then it ebbed away and Draco sank back on the blankets, breathing heavily, his eyes looking towards the side, exhausted.

Seeing him completely worn out, drained and finished, Hermione could not believe what she had done. It seemed completely surreal: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had driven each other to orgasm. Incredible! She still tasted his sperm in her mouth and now swallowed it down. Once more her mouth closed around his slow declining and spent member, as if she wanted to taste him again.

Maybe this – what was happening that night between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin – was actually worth a story in the Daily Prophet, the ironic voice in the back of her head taunted. What would Ron and Harry say when they found out? She hadn’t told anyone about Draco's indecent offer, so no one knew what she had gotten herself into and what she had done here, even to her own surprise. Still, she loved it and felt so powerful, more satisfied and happier than ever before.

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A/N: Well guys, this one was tough (though fun) to write ;-) Over 2000 words worth one single blowjob. Comments? ^^
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