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Beauty and the Beast	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14407 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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His naked body hovered over hers. She hadn’t taken a proper look at him, but there was no time to for her eyes to wander. Hermione arched her back in anticipation, as Draco shifted forward. In all honestly, he resembled a thing of nightmares – a truly malevolent creature – but for some inexplicable reason that only drove her further and further over the edge.
It wasn’t out of sympathy.
It went much, much deeper than that.
Their faces brushed. She bit her bottom lip at the touch of his skin against hers. It was unlike Hermione Granger to be so willing, but there had always been something about this man that tested her boundaries.
Draco lowered his lips, supporting his weight with one arm and brushing his claw through her hair with the other. “Are you afraid?” he asked.
Hermione couldn’t think up one honest answer. “Terrified.”
A shadow fell over the beastly creature’s eyes, depicting a change in the atmosphere between them. “Good,” he growled, cupping her head towards his for a kiss.
Their mouths touched in a dance of famine and fervor. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, by any means, but Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she felt so wanted by another man. The former Head Girl went deeper and deeper into the kiss, until all she could feel was his body against hers and the simultaneous rumble of their heartbeats.
Draco tasted of blood and raw flesh, something that should have made her sick, but didn’t. He reached between their bodies and traced a single claw over her right breast. Hermione moaned into his mouth. It had been so long since she’d been touched.
He seemed to sense this, because Draco then carried his kiss from her mouth, along her neck, to the sensitive skin of her chest. The young woman gasped, as he teased her breasts with his enormous tongue. It was intoxicating.
“M – More,” she begged, eyes fluttering.
Draco obliged, transitioning from just his tongue to his entire mouth. He sucked and licked and nibbled on all the best bits, sending Hermione into a state of complete euphoria. It was then that he realized she wanted this just as bad. The young man could feel her wetness beneath him, on his lower half and on the bed sheets.
It was time.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” he started in a low voice. “Do you want this?”
Hermione didn’t say anything. Instead she chose to spread her legs for him, revealing her innermost desire.
The Mutant at Malfoy Manor didn’t need any more convincing. He grabbed hold of her by the waist and gave her a rough, bruising kiss before throwing her back down, onto the bed. “No going back,” he growled.
Before Hermione could do so much as register his words, Draco took hold of both her wrists and held them above her head. She was completely and utterly trapped, but her mind was far from that. The young woman’s chest rose and fell at an impeccable rate. She could feel him, between her legs, specifically against her core.
He felt enormous.
Draco stayed like this, programming this moment into the depths of his memory, before thrusting himself inside of her. Hermione released a deafening moan, unable to comprehend up from down and left from right. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. She had no idea her body was capable of taking in so much.
The young woman threw her head back in ecstasy and held on for dear life, as Draco thrusts ran hard and deep. His hold on her wrists tightened and tightened and tightened. Hermione bucked her hips against him, showing she wasn’t completely useless in their exchange, and delivered her own movements.
This seemed to be the right thing to do, because Draco’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he responded with a rumbling roar. Any trace of control had left the building. He carried her off the bed and against the wall. Hermione could barely take it. It was an unbearable sort of pleasure, the sort written about in books. She needed release.
He tugged on a ceiling chain that once held a chandelier, and fastened it around Hermione’s wrists, suspending her in midair. She wrapped her legs around him, and gasped in surprise as he lifted her higher and buried his face against her lower half.
Finally, an earth shattering orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, repeatedly, leaving her shaking and panting for breath. She was sure, by that point, that every creature in the Manor was aware of there exchange. But it felt too good to care.
Draco waited until her body stopped shaking, before breaking the chain and catching her in his arms. “Did you like that?”
“Y – Yes,” she breathed, still trying to compose herself. “Now it’s your turn.”
The young woman yanked him onto the chaise lounge and positioned herself on top of him, keeping close eye contact as she nestled her mouth against his length. It looked as though Draco hadn’t expected this, because he made motion to stop her, but his movements fell short as Hermione ran her tongue over the tip – in circles.
She could taste herself on him, but that didn’t matter. The former Gryffindor wrapped her entire mouth around his pleasure point and bobbed her head up and down – slow and steady.
In truth, Hermione had little experience with oral pleasure, but Draco’s groans and the quiver of his enormous, muscular body served as a perfect guide for what worked and what really worked. She carried him close to the edge, teetering into an orgasm, before coming to a halt.
His face twisted with confusion.
“Not like that,” she whispered, licking her lips.
Hermione straddled him between her legs, sliding his length inside her and lifting his claws to toy with her breasts as she bounced – faster and faster and faster. A veil of sweat layered both their bodies. He released a guttural moan, delivering his own thrusts. She was a lot better than he imagined, and Merlin knew he imagined her, as so, a lot.
Their pace grew quick and their movements grew desperate. Hermione felt another orgasm building up.
No, she thought. Not before him. Not again.
Her fears ran deep, but were short-lived. She looked down on him and saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and with a few more thrusts they climaxed together in a blaze of bloodlust and glory.
Hermione tilted her head back, exhausted beyond belief, and felt the energy vanish from her petite body. The last thing she felt were his arms around her body, and his breath on her skin.
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