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Stolen Kisses	By : Lauricula Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione and Draco reached the tower, making sure the whole way that no one was following them. The corridors remained empty for the most part, and those who did see them gave them strange looks. Hermione gripped his hand tight, squeezing it every so often.

“After you, madam.” Draco said politely, stepping aside.

Hermione giggled and stepped into the entry way of the tower. The cold, damp air hit her cheeks and sent a shiver up her spine. Draco’s strong, warm arms wrapped around her waist, acting as a blanket of warmth. “Let’s go.” He whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek. She smiled to herself and continued to walk up the stairs.

She gasped when she saw a giant, emerald green blanket sprawled out on the floor with candles floating in the air. Hermione wondered if he had stolen them from the Great Hall. She smirked; he probably did. Another thought occurred to her and she whirled on him.

“Wait a minute, did you know that our conversation would go well?” she asked accusingly.

A blush spread to his cheeks, something that never happened. He smiled slightly. “No, but I was really, really hoping it did. Or else this would have gone to waste.”

Hermione giggled, walking over to the window, staring out at the drizzling rain. Draco walked up behind her, slipping his hands around her waist, nuzzling his lips against her neck. She sighed deeply, resting her head on his shoulder. “Draco.” She murmured.

“Hmm?” his voice was muffled, as he trailed kisses up her neck. The sensation of his lips brushing against her skin sent shivers through Hermione.

“I want to.” She said. She didn’t need to say no more, Draco knew exactly what she meant.

He paused, his lips a centimeter from her neck. “We don’t have to, Hermione. I’m not pressuring you.” His voice was gentle, soothing.

“I know. But really, I want to.” Hermione insisted.

“As long as you’re sure.” He said seriously.

“I am.” Her voice was firm, confident.

Draco resumed to kissing her neck, not missing a single inch. She closed her eyes, and leaned on him, soaking in the goose bumps that followed each one of his soft kisses. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her to him, leaving no space between them. He bit into her neck, causing her to yelp with surprise.

Draco spun her around and led her to the blanket. “Lay down.” His slow, seductive voice sailed through her blood, sending waves of arousal to every inch of her body. Hermione lay down on the blanket, and Draco followed, lying next to her, holding himself up with one arm. He studied her face, skin soft as silk, with a hint of blush. Her brown eyes bore into him, begging him to touch her. Her breasts peaked out of her shirt, rising and falling with every heavy breath she took; waiting patiently for him to make his move. Her skirt lay in the middle of thighs, puddled around her. Draco’s lips curled into a smile, thinking of all the things they could do.

Before he could act, Hermione’s hand reached up to his neck and pulled him to her. Draco held himself with his hands on either side of her head, responding to the tip of her tongue entering his mouth. He climbed on top of her, pressing his body against his and deepened the kiss, letting a moan escape his throat. Hermione thrusted her hips into his, claiming his mouth as hers. Draco didn’t know, but especially liked it when Hermione took charge. Not that she had actually done that in real life…it was always what he dreamed about.

His hands traveled to her breasts, gently groping, hearing a groan of pleasure from Hermione. He sat up, and reached for the bottom of Hermione’s shirt, pulling over her head. Her emerald green lacey bra now exposed, and Draco smirked. She laughed, knowing his thoughts.

“I didn’t get it for you, conceited. I got it because I liked it.” She blushed, giving away her lie.

“If you say so.” He chuckled, moving to her neck again.

Hermione dug her nails into Draco’s back as he kissed from her neck to each of her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. His breath was hot against her skin, and she closed her eyes in delight. His hand rubbed the inside of her thigh, slowing traveling upwards, under her skirt. Hermione’s breath quickened as Draco reached her panties, pushing them aside to stroke her. She moaned and arched her back, mentally begging for more.

Draco smiled against her nipple, looking her dead in the eye. His fingers continued to stroke her, and he watched as her mouth formed an ‘o’, her eyes rolling in the back of head. His fingers were soaked, and he was desperate to be inside her. His erection was pulsating against his trousers, but he had been so eager to please her. He retreated his hand and sat in between her legs, hiking up her skirt around her hips. Hermione squirmed with excitement, a grin on her face.

Draco pulled down his trousers, along with his pants, exposing his erection. Hermione sat up, on her knees, and began to stroke him; tip to shaft. Draco leaned his hand back, a hand on her shoulder. Hermione flicked the tip with her tongue, moving to the underside of his shaft. Draco hissed with delight, and Hermione kept going. His whole cock now in her mouth, she tightened her lips and sucked, feeling Draco’s grip on her shoulder tighten.

“Woah, woah.” Draco laughed as he pulled out of Hermione’s mouth, a pout on her face. “I don’t want to come yet.”

He pushed Hermione back down on the blanket, and spread her legs open once more. With Draco above her, he dipped his hips and thrusted into her. Hermione let out a cry and gripped the edges of the blanket. Draco leaned down closer to her, with only mere inches between their hot skin. Her hands moved to his back, gripping and scratching in time with the rhythm of his hips. She felt her cunt growing tender, and the familiar tugging sensation started in her groin. Draco dug deeper with each thrust, pushing her legs further apart. Hermione cried out, the pain turning to pleasure. Her mind was growing fuzzy, and her surroundings became blurry. Draco growled over her, low and seductive in her ear.

His steady thrusts turned into rapid thrusts, as he neared climax. Hermione whimpered, reaching for any inch of skin she could grab, wrapping her legs around Draco’s back, clinging on for dear life as she came. Her world seemed to shatter from the scream that escaped her mouth; she had never felt anything like this. She felt every inch of Draco inside her.

Draco gave one last thrust, groaning, before falling limp on her panting body. He lay, still inside her, and he could feel his cock grow limp as the seconds passed by. Hermione panted beneath him, stroking his back gently where she had scratched him. He kissed her sweaty, salty skin.

After a few minutes, Draco pulled off of her, sitting up, and Hermione following suit. She smiled at him, noticing his platinum blonde hair sticking to his forehead. She fixed her skirt and her shirt. Draco grabbed his pants and trousers, putting them back on. They laid on the blanket, holding hands, and kissing every so often. No one else seemed to exist to them right now, as they stared into each other’s eyes; brown to gray.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied softly, grazing his lips against her temple. His heart relaxing for the first time in months.
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