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A Creative Solution	By : cristinstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it just playing in JKR's sandbox. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's notes:

Not everything is as it seems in this fiction: there are little mysteries hidden, because our protagonists are very good about keeping secrets. Keep your eyes open for hints, and leave me your guesses in the reviews! When each mystery gets solved, we'll have a little award for the winners. I was thinking of a compilation of the 'deleted scenes,' or a similar prize.

I have gone back and pointed some open questions out in the End Notes for several chapters, so if you want to take a look, let me know what your thoughts are.

Now on to our story!

The moment Draco's lips touched hers, Hermione was overwhelmed by the sensation of rightness. In its wake, she felt the different stages of her life click into place. This was meant to be her next step. She suddenly had no doubts that she was meant to be here, in his care, at this time. Whether this relationship would last, she couldn't say. She had only experienced this sweeping sense of destiny a few times in her life. Whatever the future would bring, this moment felt as pivotal in her life as receiving her Hogwarts' letter.

Scared by this realization, her eyes popped open. Draco was all she could see, all she could sense. He was in the very air she breathed, saturating every part of her. Hermione gave herself up to these feelings and closed her eyes.

His lips were warm and soft as they gently caressed hers. When his face angled against hers, his bangs feathered her skin, generating waves of goose bumps that seemed to ebb and flow in synch with his mouth. He sucked in her top lip between his and gently nibbled on it, furling her nipples and making her breasts contract achingly. She was burning up, never having imagined it possible to feel so much from a simple closed-mouth kiss. His fingers caressed the back of her neck gently, sending another flood of tingles through her body. He laved her lip with his tongue, using his thumb to gently open her mouth to his advances. His tongue tasted her lips in small teasing licks, as if he was afraid she would bolt, before sliding in to explore her mouth.

They shared a single shuddered breath when their tongues touched.

Caressing the tip of her tongue, he enticed her to join in the dance. Each touch of his tongue carried a wave of electrifying sensations through her body. Hermione hesitantly returned little licks, which he took as encouragement to deepen the kiss.

Draco leisurely learned the contours of her mouth as his fingers caressed the back of her neck. She lost track of time while he feasted on her lips. At some point he began teasing her with soft touches of his tongue, then retreating back into his mouth, encouraging her to follow. The withdrawal prompted a sense of loss that distracted her enough for other senses to impinge on her awareness. Vaguely, she realized that the needy sounds she could barely hear were coming from her throat, and that his hands were slowly moving down from her shoulders, continuing their arousing caresses. His hands mapped her arms, gently tickling her elbows, then her wrists. She was surprised to realize that her hands were clenched hard, in a futile attempt to release some of the intense sensations running through her body. When his wandering hands reached Hermione's, he gently pried them open. His fingers interlaced with hers on her lap, bringing her back into the kiss once more.

His tongue coaxed hers to come out and play, thrusting and withdrawing in a blatant simulation of what their bodies were desperate for. Gathering her courage, she ventured to explore his lips timidly. He tasted so sweet: the pastries had apparently left their mark in his mouth, and Hermione hoped that she might also taste as sweet to him. The moment her tongue touched his mouth, he groaned, low in his throat. The sound resonated in her lower body, where a heavy weight seemed to have settled during their kisses. She instinctually rocked in the seat as blood pooled and throbbed in her lower half. Sensing the movement, he tried to sooth her through their linked hands. His fingers glided up and down on each of hers, and in the spaces between them, bringing with them a new wave of shivers through her body. Her head was spinning, she was dizzy, panting, needing air, and yet she did not want to move, lest these wonderful sensations stop.

She reacted with a gasped moan, which he inhaled, licking at her lips before diving once more into the kiss. He nibbled her bottom lip, tugging slightly, then diving back to suckle it with a soft moan. Their tongues curved and curled as they twined around each other, and she squirmed in her seat from the slippery moisture that seeped from her core. His kiss changed drastically then, becoming rougher, as he moaned into her mouth. Gone were the teasing nips and licks; now his tongue sought to conquer and possess. He melded their mouths together with complete determination as if he could not get close enough, could not get enough of her taste. She let her head fall back, giving up any semblance of control. He moved closer, so that his face was slightly above hers. His hands clenched reactively on hers as he groaned approvingly. His groan rumbled through to her, more sensation than sound, and she answered it with a keening whimper.

The sensual haze sheltering them was shattered when a little boy bumped their table, before running back to play with his siblings in the coffee shop.

Hermione jumped as the table jostled. Draco let go of one of her hands as he muttered a curse, clenching his eyes and fists. He looked down, rubbed his face, and raked through his hair. His countenance was shadowed as he breathed deeply, trying to rein in his desire. Blushing, Hermione averted her eyes, mortified beyond belief that she had become so lost in the moment as to forget where they were. Other patrons may not have realized that they were there, due to the disillusionment charm, but to be this aroused in public was completely anathema to her.

She brought up her hand to feel her erratic heart rate as she tried to compose herself, but it didn't stay there long. Draco tugged it back into his keeping with a soft smile. He used his fingers to tilt her face and bring her eyes back to his. Regarding her with a heavy-lidded gaze, he kissed her knuckles gently. His voice was rougher than she had ever heard it as he asked, "Does that answer your question about our compatibility?" His tongue snuck out to taste the spaces between her fingers, blowing softly on them.

She trembled in response.

He held her gaze captive as he spoke. "Believe me, I want more of this, more of you and me, together." His tone was smoother now, back to the sensual drawl from earlier, "And we should continue our discussion in a more private place, don't you think?"

He pulled her up using their clenched hands as leverage, and she was grateful for his help. Her body was still reeling from the onslaught of sensations that had been so jarringly cut short. None too steady on her feet, she swayed precariously as soon as she stood.

"Here." Draco's hands steadied her as his pewter eyes assessed her condition. A moment later, his arms came around her to bring her closer, holding her head against his chest. They both breathed deeply at the contact. Hermione wished she was tall enough to lean her head on his shoulder, or tuck herself under his chin. As it was, she was looking straight at his shirt's buttons. She turned her head slightly and realized that he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed, for she could hear his heart beating madly. She inhaled Draco's cologne again, relaxing against him for a couple of minutes. Their breathing synchronized, bringing a sense of inner peace and calm that Hermione had rarely experienced before.

Too soon for her liking, Draco pulled back from her.

"Better?" he asked. She nodded, and he let go to hold one of her hands. Canceling the spells with a soft spoken "Finite," he continued speaking as he moved them toward the exit. "What do you say, my place or your place?" He trashed their paper cups, and opened the door. "Do you have a preference?"

Still dazed, Hermione was not sure whether the meaning implied in the question was about continuing their make-out session, talking, or merely being somewhere more private.

Draco took them to the alley behind the coffee shop and, realizing that she was pondering the hidden layers in his question, clarified, "We can just talk, you know. We need to discuss the conditions for this experiment." He winked playfully at her. "And I'm sure you'll have questions."

She tried to gather herself back together, but then Draco wrapped her in his arms and made the decision for the two of them. "You'll be more comfortable in your place, right?" She nodded, and he Side-Along Apparated them to her flat.

Please Review and let me know what you think!

This is my first time writing sexy scenes, so your feedback will very much decide how detailed the sexy scenes will be in the future.

To answer some of the wonderful readers who have taken the time to review: Yes, I have met someone almost as charismatic as Draco is in this fiction. While I was not interested in him romantically, it was a fascinating experience to see him work a room. He is now a politician, so all that charisma must have come in handy!
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