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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7

Hermione lay down next to Draco. They had both earned a moment of relaxation. His eyes no longer reflected sexual tension, now shining with fulfilment and pleasure.

He un-wrapped his handcuffed hands from the chain until only his right hand was linked to the wall by the long chain, as before. He turned to Hermione and stroked her bare shoulder with his left hand. He looked at her for a long time, his mind deep in thought.

He had an undeniable urge to bait her. What a bad girl she has been. How else could one explain her meeting his demands not grudgingly or "let's get it over" as she had expressed herself before, but instead getting involved into the game with joy of her own? Some teasing and stinging about where and how she could have learned all this – perhaps in her beloved books – had crossed his mind, but their intimate encounter was far too wonderful to destroy it with bold meanness. Even though it would otherwise have been as natural as breathing to him – to have his way. He could easily put on a greasy smile and fire with a contemptuous and sarcastic voice his usual vicious volleys. He spared her and kept it all to himself.

His gaze slid over Hermione's body of which he apparently could not get enough of. A frightening thought crossed his mind. Did he have a crush on this girl? Had he fallen for her? Did he actually feel something for her, when he originally had just wanted to throw the Mudblood into a crisis with his own wicked, immoral proposal? Well, admittedly, he’d had some ulterior sexual motives perhaps, but then everything had developed and took a turn of its own. He banished the thoughts quickly and continued caressing her shoulder.

Hermione had gotten over her own self-deprecation. She no longer thought about what she had done here with this Slytherin or about what she might be doing furthermore. She no longer thought about whether it was immoral, indecent or even what her friends would think if they ever found out.

Because she had to admit that she had enjoyed the first half of this night, already – and was now determined not to screw up the rest with hesitation, doubt or worse. What would happen tomorrow would simply be tomorrow and she would take care of it then. Not now, though – not in this night. And if she had to pay afterwards for what happened, well then she would do that gladly.

She felt Draco stroking her shoulder and turned towards him.

"Did you expect that it would be like this?" she asked into the silence.

"No," he answered truthfully, moving his hand up her neck into her long, dark hair. "You are very different than I expected," he added.

"You too," came her reply, quietly.

"How could this happen? There are at least one million reasons we should not be attracted to each other."

He had said exactly what Hermione was thinking: They were pulled towards each other magnetically as if they were the most powerfully opposite poles. They were plus and minus and had hit each other with a crash.

"I don’t know but perhaps strong feelings can tilt to the opposite. Because one thing I can tell you for sure: Earlier in the evening I hated you like Bubotuber pus, but now I want to do things with you, which I previously wouldn't have dared to speak of," she answered, and the look in her brown eyes met with his grey ones.

Very slowly, he bent and kissed her on the mouth. She let it happen, opening her lips slightly. He accepted the invitation, his tongue separating them and he felt the thrilling, electrifying tingle when his met hers. The two tongues encircled each other like dancers, while Hermione and Draco opened their mouths further, until the kiss developed into a long, passionate, mutual entanglement.

After a seemingly endless amount of time they broke off from each other again - out of breath.

"Ready for another round?" Draco asked, who had recovered more quickly. He let his fingers prance teasingly across her belly.

"I want to feel you inside of me," she said with a hint of embarrassment. Then she pulled his head to her and gave him another kiss, no less exciting than the first one was.

He nodded when she released him.

Hermione put the palm of her hand lovingly to his cheek. She paused a moment and drowned in his eyes – a deep vortex of misty grey.

Her finger finally slid down, caressing his chest, then brushed further down and felt for his manhood, which probably required somewhat encouraging attention for the upcoming. Hermione grinned as her fingers clung to the cherished member again - her gentle hand awakening it anew. It slowly swelled to its full size and rose up, fully erect.

Draco, meanwhile, was not idle. He kissed Hermione's breast, cupped her nipple with his lips, sucking on it. He caressed the tip with his tongue again and again until it hardened very pointedly. Her nipple and areola tightened and stiffened, fortifying against further attacks of his tongue - in vain.

With his hand he dived between her legs, where his finger separated her folds, rubbing up and down between them. His thumb, occasionally teased her clit, which peeked out, each touch making Hermione shiver, every time.

After a brief period of mutual caresses, Hermione slide back on the blankets where she came resting on her back.

Draco followed her, pushing Hermione's closed legs up, her knees against her chest, then he kneeled down in front of his beloved, her feet pressing against his own chest. He took her ankles with both hands, pulled them up in front of his face and licked the length of the flat of her foot once - from the heel to the toes.

Hermione squealed briefly, as the ticklish touch ran up her spine, making her shudder. This time, it was Draco who grinned.

With his hands, he pushed aside her feet and legs and placed himself right between. When he released them, her legs remained bent in the air, giving a clear view of Hermione's rosy lips and her opening, which they had previously guarded.

He guided his penis with his hand, its tip touching Hermione’s most intimate place. He rubbed it between her inner lips and up to her clit. It felt great. Hermione’s squirming under these touches testified that it was not just him feeling that way.

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Finally, he placed his cock just above her opening, pushed slowly and gently into it, while a long, catlike purr escaped from Hermione‘s mouth. She felt moist, hot and juicy to his touch. Draco shuddered. When he arrivied deep to the hilt, he paused and they both enjoyed the unsurpassable moment of oneness that could have lasted forever. Draco bent his upper body down, licking her from her neck all the way to her mouth and again they kissed. Hermione played with his tongue, then her lips sucked firmly on his lower lip and didn’t let go. Draco shifted his weight further forward so his back was no longer crooked, finally laying belly to belly and breast to breast with Hermione.

She felt his heavy weight upon her, but even more she felt the extensive touch of their bodies - hot and exciting. And when Draco started moving inside of her, it simply took her breath away. By moving his hips, he pulled his cock almost completely out and then pushed up for a new thrust. Slowly and savoring - for both.

Already on the second thrust, she raised her pelvis towards him and both were soon in a rhythm of two lovers. The opposing movements increased the feelings, and so it took not long until Hermione – just as Draco – sighed and let out groans of pleasure.

Infinitely slowly they increased their tempo until her moaning became more and more violent and uncontrolled. Draco stifled her moan in another long kiss.

He felt her hands on his back, sliding down the spine as she grabbed him on the buttocks intensifying each of his thrusts. Hermione wanted it more fierce, and she could have that, but not yet. They kept their speed, but every other penetration was more energetic and powerful.

After a while they finally increased the pace to a higher level, faster and faster. Hermione could see Draco’s sweat, which was forming on his face from the exertion.

He was glad that Hermione had brought him to such an extensive orgasm before. He would hold on much longer now – well, if he would not break down dead from exhaustion first - he smiled inwardly.

Draco moved his position slightly and raised his upper body. His eyes looked down at Hermione, whose face was glowing again, and whose hair, wet with sweat from exertion and excitement, stuck to her head. With both hands he reached out to cover her soft breasts, which winked at him, mysteriously challenging. Hermione sighed again. His grip was firm, almost too tight, his knuckles were turning white and her flesh bulged out from between his fingers. With his firm grip he held her fixated on the blankets so she wouldn’t slip away by the ferocity of his thrusts. With that her breasts burned at every other wild swing of his hips - she was immediately obsessed with it and the initial pain was gone. Her legs embraced Draco as of their own.

This went on for quite a while, both bodies wildly intertwined. Finally, he loosened his grip and let go of her breasts. He kissed the places where the imprints of his hands had left delicate marks. He then tenderly kneaded her tits and the traces of his gentle force had vanished.

His sweat was dripping down on her. With one of her fingers, Hermione wiped up a drop from her skin and licked it lasciviously with her tongue. Draco quivered - this girl was amazing.

"Oh, my little Mudblood, you're so hot!" he whispered in her ear, knowing it would set her off – and so it did. Like a wildcat, she reared up and tried to throw him off. But he held her in a firm grip, grabbed her wrists, pressing each of them next to her head into the soft surface of the blankets. Much to his pleasure she squirmed under him even more, until at last she recognized his amused smile.

"You brat...You just knew that you would make me go wild with this!"

He just smiled at her and gave her a soothing kiss. When she calmed down they both continued their lovemaking in a steadier way.

"Maybe I should better call you Hotblood, as hot tempered as you are?" he asked innocently.

She let her pelvis circle against his groin and Draco suddenly had to expel air through sharpened lips, as her soft inner walls rubbed in this way against him.

"That's better ... scoundrel!" Her fingers scratched over his chest as if they were claws. She smiled then and pulled his head down to her.

They took up speed again and drove further and further towards the fulfilment of their lust. Draco was nearing towards the edge of collapse, but he could not and would not stop. When Hermione could feel his strength fading, she finally grabbed him and they both rolled over, changing places. Now she was on top and setting the speed. Draco was lying under her, spent and exhausted. Only too well: that what mattered to her most, was still stiff. She rode him - and after a few minutes, she was the one bathed in sweat. She threw her body back and forth, supporting herself with her hands on his belly just to let herself sink back into his lap, circling again and again with her pelvis in the same place, taking him just as herself into top gear.

Draco watched her breasts moving and jiggling as they gently bounced against each other every time Hermione lowered herself onto him with a jolt. He wanted to bite them.

Like a madwoman, she continued the ride which would carry them away to their orgasms in a rush. When Draco had regained his breath and strength anew, he met her pace with thrusts from below. Together, they drove forward until Hermione's orgasm finally arrived and made her whole lower body twitch and quiver upon him. The sensory overload of when her innermost part clung to him and the knowledge that his Hotblood was now taken away by a surge of fulfilment, satisfaction and bliss, made Draco's own lust boil over. He could no longer restrain himself and the wincing of his loins announced the point of no return. He felt his juices squirting in waves, deeply spreading into Hermione.

Very slowly they both came to rest and Hermione lowered her upper body on his chest. As if to the end of a luscious display of fireworks, they kissed and lay back on the large stone blocks with the loose blankets – exhausted but blissfully happy, heavily entangled.

The night had many hours to come and they were both far from ready to leave each other.

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A/N: It took only seven chapters till they finally kissed <grin> :) Please Rate & Review - share you thoughts.
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