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Tonight's The Night	By : andihooper Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you for your reviews - I really enjoy receiving them and reading them. Rubberduck, I appreciate why you feel Draco is OOC, but can I say something in my defence. All we know of Draco from the books is that he's a stuck up, prejudiced, nasty little rich kid, whereas we who write him into romantic situations know there must be more than that. I see him as sexually very experienced and sophisticated. He wants to get Hermione in to bed, but he's not going to if he behaves like in the books. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it, and I do believe we saw some of his sly and cunning ways during his pursual of Hermione - read till the end and see what you think then...lol.

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Chapter Eight
IT'S YOUR CALL

Once again she felt her body react as his hand touched her bare skin, putting a gentle pressure that pulled her closer.
He bent his head to rest on hers as they swayed to the music. Her heart beat faster with anticipation of what would happen next, of the kiss that was surely just a moment away; but they continued...just to dance. She closed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the absurd disappointment that he wasn't kissing her. Surely he was going to do something soon.
Their bodies were pressing together, so close she could feel every button on his shirt, and had the desire to undo them; so close, her breasts squashed up against him, longing to be touched; so close, she could feel the unmistakable effect she was having on him once again, and excitement flooded her body...
Oh, for God's sake, wasn't he ever going to kiss her?
Mad with frustration, she moved her head so they were face to face and captured his mouth with her own, her hand hooking the back of his head, pulling him to her, harder, harder until her lips were burning against his.
He broke off, tracing kisses across her jaw, her ear, down her neck to the diamond at her throat where his tongue played in the hollow where it sat.
She gave a little gasp at each touch, her whole body now feeling so weak it fell against his for support.
Putting her hands in his hair, she brought his head up and cradled the sides of his face in her palms as she kissed him again, hungrily, frantically - desperately trying to communicate that she wanted him to...
She moaned with relief as she felt his hand slide up her body to caress her breast through the thin silk, his thumb rubbing over the hard nipple he found there, sending glorious sensations soaring through her body.
She brought her hands down to the first button on his shirt and undid it. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. She looked back, straight in to his crystal blue eyes as she undid the next button.
"I hate you for this, Malfoy."
She undid a third button.
"Hmmm. Curious. Say that again..."
"I hate you for this."
A small silence.
"You know, I thought I was as turned on as I could get, but I swear when you said that...Say it again."
"I hate you."
"Again..."
"I hate you."
"Oh, God, again..."
"I hate you...I hate you...I hate..."
He silenced her with a kiss that blew her mind and she responded, feeling as though her blood had turned to fire.
Frantically she began undoing the remaining buttons, tugging his shirt free, running her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his nipples and following with her lips.
She felt his hand slip underneath her dress and travel up her thigh, stopping when it reached her buttock.
"Jesus, Granger, are you naked underneath this dress?"
She laughed.
"No. It's a thong."
"A what?"
"A thong - it's muggle underwear. Don't tell me I've found something you don't know about?"
"This I've got to see..." He put his hands to the ties at the back of her neck that held the dress up.
"Oh, no." She put her hands up to stop him, suddenly, inexplicably overwhelmed with shyness. Kissing and touching were all very well, but letting him see her without clothes...
"You plan to remain dressed during this? OK. Like I said, it's your call." He kissed the top of her head and then ran the tip of his tongue down between her eyes, over her eyelids, the tip of her nose, until she cried,
"Stop!"
She took a step back from him, her heart racing. She gazed at him intently and he watched as she reached up and slowly undid the double bow at the back of her neck. When she let go of the ties, the whole dress shimmied down her body with a swish and puddled on the floor around her feet.
She watched his face anxiously. It was the first time she'd been semi-naked in front of...anyone.
"Wow!" he said, quietly. "You've got fantastic tits!"
She spluttered a relieved laugh.
"Let me see the back of the thong..."
She turned round, revealing her, almost naked, bottom.
"You know," he said, stepping towards her and running his hand over her flesh. "I think I like this particular muggle invention and..." He turned her to face him and pulled her closer, a hand on each bare buttock. "...you also have a very cute arse. Good thing I didn't know that four years ago."
"Huh?"
"Yeah..." He said, casually. "Our third year at Hogwarts. You smacked me in the mouth for some reason, remember? I got such a hard-on, I had to go straight to the toilets and whack-off."
"What?!"
"Just one of my perverse avenues of sexual delight." He grinned down at her. "However, tonight I have my romantic hat on." He swooped down and caught her up in his arms. Carrying her over to the four poster bed, he knelt upon it so that he could place her gently in the middle.
Her arms came around his neck as he leaned over her and kissed her, slowly, softly, sensuously. The comfort of the bed and the feel of his weight pressing on her caused her to make a series of little moans of pleasure, which grew deeper as she felt his fingers slide down her body to her thong.
She broke away from his kiss to gasp as the fingers dipped under the edge of the material and began exploring her most private places.
"Oh, Granger," he murmured close to her ear. "you're so wet..."
"I need you now!" she gasped.
His blue eyes looked down into hers.
"I can do more..."
She shook her head, having to force the words around the constriction of muscles in her throat.
"No! No! It's...it's my call, Malfoy, remember? I need you now!"
He looked at her for a moment.
"'Recondo', right?"
"Yes. Yes." She put her fingers to her eyes.
Never, ever had she felt like this. He had brought her to the brink of something she didn't understand and if he didn't get on with it, she would go mad.
She was panting heavily and her heart racing as she watched him slide out of his remaining clothes before returning to her and removing her thong.
They were together now, flesh on flesh, her head swimming with the raw energy of her desire. She could feel him pressing hotly against her, about to...about to...
"Open your eyes, Granger."
The command at such a moment thrilled her. Obediently she lifted her eyelids, smoky and heavy with lust. Her eyelashes, thick, black, mascarad, framed her vision of his - long, blonde and so close she might have counted them.
"I promised I would stop if you told me to," he said, softly. "The next time I move, there'll be no going back. It's your call..."
The intimacy of the moment stirred an emotion deep within her.
Unable to speak, she looked pleadingly into his eyes, running her hand through his hair, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him deeply, imploringly, stopping only to gasp as a sudden pain jolted her lower half. Almost immediately the pain melted into an emotion so exquisite, she cried out and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
He was covering her with kisses, up and down her neck, in her ears, licking the tears away when he reached her eyes. He now possessed her, totally, completely and his movements sent her senses soaring up into some other world until she heard herself cry out,
"DRACO!"
"Oh, baby..." he moaned in her ear and she felt his body tense. "Oh, Hermione...you're beautiful..."

Gradually they both came down, panting, gasping, glistening with sweat and then, as they looked at each other, they spluttered with laughter.
"So much for not using first names, huh?" He rested his forehead on hers.
She smiled as she looked at him and raised her finger to stroke his cheek.
He kissed her.
"Are you OK?" he said, quietly. "I didn't hurt you?"
"Yes, at first, but that's usual."
"That's what it says in the text books, is it?" He grinned again.
"It was actually pretty fantastic, though," she laughed.
"Oh, ten points to Slytherin! I did warn you it would be." He rolled off her and brought the bed covers up over them both.
"Hmmmm. How come you're so damn right tonight?" She snuggled against him and he put his arm around her, holding her closely. She closed her eyes, yawning with post-sex sleepiness.
"I've always been right," he said quietly, nuzzling the top of her head. "You've just never noticed."
"By the way," she murmured through a sleepy haze. "I'd make that fifty points to Slytherin."
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