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Sexual Expression	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41140 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: And so finally we come to the end of my little story. I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has made it this far, to those lovely people who have reviewed and voted. I hope this ending gives you what you wanted ;) Also thanks, as always, to my beta, Mamacita. Dx

‘Do you want to know what Chris suggested?’ Draco asked as they walked down the corridor towards Hermione’s room. They had walked the whole way back in silence and he felt he ought to try to get the conversation flowing again before Hermione tried to get rid of him once more.
Hermione thought back to the day of the intercourse lesson. Chris had been adamant that she wanted Draco, not him, and she had been equally adamant that she didn’t. But if she was completely honest there had been some attraction there, it was true. She had kept looking at Draco, unable to stop herself, although she had done her best to bury the fact away.
She had been horrified to think that after all the nasty things that had happened between them at school it was possible that she could find him so damn desirable, especially once Draco started insisting that she had feelings for him. And his crass attitude towards her in class had been so off-putting, too, which made it even harder to come to terms with her desire for him. How could she fancy someone who was so blatant?
She had been fighting it ever since, even more so after the kiss they had shared in the park, a kiss that had come dangerously close to getting out of control. Perhaps she had used Chris as a buffer between her and Draco, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t extremely fond of him.
But not in love, the little voice in her mind pointed out. You always knew he wasn’t really the one.
But was Draco?
She had spent so long trying to deny that she had any feelings for him it was hard to even consider it. But she knew there was something, and it was something she was scared to allow to the surface. It was too big, too serious, and it frightened her, she realised. And on top of all that she now had to contend with what he had done to her boyfriends. That was even scarier, and so completely out of order, it went way off the scale.
Hermione opened the door to her room and entered. She used her wand to put on the light as Draco closed the door behind him, dropping her heavy bag on the floor by a chair with some relief. After a moment's consideration, he put his own down next to it, hoping that Hermione wouldn’t make him leave. But no, she was already pouring two glasses of wine. She turned and handed one to Draco before taking a large sip of hers.
‘I think I need this,’ she said, sitting down on her bed. ‘This afternoon has been full of revelations and I need a little something to get rid of the shock.’
Draco took a smaller sip of his own wine. ‘Do you want me to leave?’ he asked quietly.
Hermione looked at him intently for almost a minute, during which Draco was sure he held his breath, then she shook her head. ‘No. I wouldn’t have poured the wine if I wanted you to leave.’ She pointed at the chair. ‘You can tell me what advice Chris gave you. I want to understand what happened.’
Draco sat down and took another sip of his wine. ‘To be honest, it wasn’t too different from what he said that night in class, to begin with. He told me I should start calling you by your first name — which seems obvious now, but after so many years of not using it, it never really occurred to me I wasn’t. I’m sure you know what I mean.’
Hermione nodded. She understood exactly what he meant. After so many years, calling Draco by his surname had become ingrained in her everyday life. She, too, hadn’t thought about the fact that she had never called him by his first name, not until after he called her Hermione.
‘He also told me my attitude was shit and I should stop being so arrogant, that I wasn’t doing you some big favour; that in fact, if I was lucky enough to finally get you, it would be you doing me the favour. And he suggested I stop being so lecherous as well. He said it was off-putting.’
Hermione gave a small laugh and said, ‘Well, he was right about that. It’s actually rather creepy when someone goes on about it as much as you did.’
‘He also told me I should be honest about how I feel about you, and that I should ask you out. That’s why I invited you to lunch. But I hadn’t meant to tell you how I felt. Chris realised you fancied me, and once he confirmed it my arrogance ignored the rest and all I was interested in was getting you to admit it and making it look like you were chasing me. It’s pathetic, I know, but then arrogance has always served me well in the past.’
‘But you did tell me,’ Hermione said looking confused. ‘You told me when you asked me to lunch and then again while we were in the park.’
Draco nodded. ‘I know. I guess part of me actually did listen to Chris. To be honest, I was horrified with myself for letting it slip out before your Arithmancy class, and I was determined not to allow it to happen again. Then when we were in the park I wanted to kiss you so much, but somehow I knew I had to be honest with you . . . just as I’ve been honest about what I did to your boyfriends.’
Hermione frowned. ‘I can't believe you thought I would be happy about that, Draco. It was completely wrong on every level. But I have to admit I’m surprised you told me. I would never have known if you hadn’t. I mean, obviously none of them were going to tell me; they wouldn’t want to admit to what they had done and it would have stayed your secret. But I don’t understand why you couldn't just ask me out like any normal person would.’
‘What was the point of asking you out?’ Draco asked honestly. ‘You’re still trying to pretend you don’t fancy me when everyone who has seen us together knows you do, so you would never have said yes. And I still maintain that I did you a huge favour by ridding you of all those unsuitable boyfriends.’
‘But you must have known what it was doing to me. If you really cared for me that much, how could you hurt me like that?’
Draco gave a small, bitter laugh. ‘As you said before, I’d hurt you enough at school, too, and I had my eye on the greater prize, so it wasn’t so hard to ignore what it was doing to you. And then that hurt became useful in itself.’
Draco put his now empty wine glass on a chest of drawers next to where he was sitting. He stood up and moved over to the bed, and ignoring Hermione’s look of worry he sat down beside her, taking her free hand.
‘Please give me a chance, Hermione. I know you’re angry with me for what I did and I can completely understand that. But I honestly did it for the best reason, because I want to be with you. And as I’ve said so many times now, I don’t just want to sleep with you. I want so much more than that. I know you don’t want to admit your feelings for me, but we could be so good together if you’d just give us a chance.’
Hermione’s heart was thudding at Draco’s words. She could deny it until she was blue in the face, but the fact was that Draco and Chris were both right. She did fancy Draco. She really wasn’t happy about what he had done to her, yet in some strange way it was actually quite a compliment that he had wanted her so badly that he had scared away all his competition. But then the thought of that made it seem even more wrong for her to want him; when he was capable of such cruelty. Her head was spinning with trying to work out what to do — and not from the wine, either.
It was also true that since she and Chris had split, Draco had been there for her constantly. And as he pointed out, he had done nothing but support her, the lecherousness completely gone. And whilst what he had done had been selfish and mean it somehow seemed a little churlish, considering his continuing assertion that he wasn’t just trying to get her into bed, for her to continue to be annoyed with him. It was so hard to finally allow her feelings for him to surface, knowing that when they did they would overwhelm her with their strength.
But Chris had released her when he had refused to allow Draco near her previously, so there must have been some change, some improvement in his attitude or behaviour that had convinced her ex-boyfriend that it was time for Draco to take over. Perhaps if she heard what Chris had told him it would clarify things for her a little. And if not, at least it would put off the difficult conversation that was surely only minutes away.
‘So what did you do that convinced Chris to end our relationship?’ Hermione asked. ‘You said he wasn’t willing to give me up, yet he did, so it must have been something you said or did.’
Draco nodded. ‘The first time we spoke Chris told me not to take too long sorting myself out with you. He really liked you, Hermione, but he also knew that eventually, you would choose me. Because he wasn’t willing to let you go while I was acting so arrogantly, he was making things very difficult for himself as his feelings for you grew.
When I spoke to him the other night he still wasn’t inclined to release you at first, thinking I was still the same, but eventually, I convinced him I had changed my attitude. Like me, he knew you were using him as an excuse to deny your own feelings. The only way you could be forced to admit them was if he wasn’t part of your life any longer. He agreed that he would end things with you, but only on the understanding that I would be there to pick up the pieces, knowing how broken up you would be. I, of course, accepted immediately, glad that I would finally get the chance I had wanted for so long.
‘And I really tried to do it right this time. I didn’t get all lecherous or pushy or arrogant. I just became a shoulder to cry on, a person you could talk to, and it made me realise even more just how much I enjoy your company. When you told me to leave earlier it actually made me feel physically sick that you were sending me away.’
They sat there in silence for several long minutes as Hermione considered what Draco had just told her. She could feel the pressure building up, threatening to overwhelm her and maybe both of them, but she wasn’t sure how to proceed.
‘Let me kiss you,’ Draco requested quietly. His hand was gently stroking Hermione’s and she realised it was making her tingle. ‘Let’s start with that and see how it goes.’
Hermione hesitated for a moment, remembering the other kiss they had shared and how she had reacted to it. She knew that if they kissed again it would be the same, or even more charged. There was more pent-up frustration within her now than there had been then, and if she released it she was sure there was no way she would be able to rein it back in. And now that she was acknowledging the desire she also knew that her need, her hunger, didn’t just want kisses. As much as she had sniped so many times that Draco just wanted sex, so, she realised with a start, did she.
‘Please, Hermione, talk to me,’ Draco said worriedly. He was looking at her intently, gauging her reaction and wondering what she was thinking.
Hermione didn’t reply but pulled her hand from Draco’s and turned to put her glass down on the floor. Now was the moment when she had to decide whether to admit her desire and take a chance on Draco being serious about wanting a relationship with her or to deny once and for all that she was interested and make him leave her alone forever. She sat back up and looked at Draco for a second as she took a deep breath.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly.
Looking elated, Draco moved closer and enfolded her in his arms. His lips found Hermione’s and finally connected in a deep and sensual kiss, his tongue sliding gently into her mouth, searching out hers. For a second the little voice in Hermione’s mind tried to protest, tried to stop her as it had before. But this time there was no Chris to use as an excuse, and Hermione realised she was glad. She wanted Draco just as much as he wanted her, and this time there was nothing to stop them.
Draco was pleased when, as had happened on the previous occasion they had kissed, Hermione very quickly became an active participant. As the kisses continued, his hands moved, slowly caressing, before pushing her down onto the bed beneath him.
‘I don’t want to rush this,’ he said honestly, between kisses, ‘but oh my god, Hermione, I really want to make love to you.’
‘I want you, too,’ Hermione admitted, her voice quiet. Even now she was having trouble sharing her feelings as if it was something wrong, something that shouldn’t be said out loud.
But Draco was elated. Hermione had finally told him that she wanted him and she wasn’t trying to run away. ‘You won’t regret this, I swear,’ he whispered happily, his hands moving to undress her; he wanted to touch her finally, as he had dreamt of doing for so long.
Hermione’s skin was soft and warm and he wanted to touch every inch of her body, wanted to experience how every part of her felt. At the same time, he wanted to just take her, to be inside her, giving her the bliss he knew they would share. But if he went too fast, tried to penetrate her without the slow build up of foreplay, he might blow it again, and this time there would be no further chances. He was aware that this was make or break time for them.
Draco moaned with desire as his lips found the top of Hermione’s breasts. His hands worked rapidly to remove her bra; he wanted to lick and suck on the succulent buds that were already poking through the lacy material. Then he achieved his desire; his wet tongue licked around them and he felt them stiffen further. He sucked, causing Hermione to make one of those wonderful whimpering noises he had always enjoyed hearing.
Still concentrating on her breasts with his mouth, Draco’s hands moved to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, tugging on them to pull them down her legs. He stroked her thighs, once again delighting in the feel of her soft skin. And then he cried out, his mouth leaving the perfect nipple he had been stimulating — Hermione had undone his jeans, too, and her hand was in his underpants, firmly gripping his now rock-hard erection.
Now that she had committed to what they doing, Hermione’s heart raced; her need to get Draco naked and touch his magnificent cock made her impatient. She knew how good he was, she had watched him pleasuring his blonde partner many times in class. Now she wanted him to do the same things with her. Remembering how hard he had gripped himself when he wanked, Hermione did the same thing, her other hand desperately working to free it from his clothes. Draco’s fingers slid into Hermione’s knickers and stroked at the soft, wet slit encased within. Gods, she felt so good, and it pleased him that she was already wet, proving, even if she hadn’t finally admitted it with words, that she wanted him to touch her.
‘Love me,’ Hermione whispered in Draco’s ear as his fingers slid into her tight core, and his heart raced.
‘I do, with all my heart,’ he told her. He moved her then, pulling off her jeans and sliding down her knickers, and gazed with appreciation at that which he wanted so much.
Hermione, too, had released his cock in order to get his clothes off, tugging at the t-shirt he wore as he shrugged out of his trousers and pants. And then they were in each other’s arms, naked bodies pressed together, kissing once more as hands explored and caressed.
‘You’re mine,’ Draco growled possessively. He was positioned perfectly to enter Hermione, but still he hesitated, wondering whether he should go down on her first.
‘Yes,’ Hermione confirmed, her breath whispery and soft.
She moved against him and Draco knew that the moment had finally come. Foreplay and all that other stuff could happen another time — could happen for the rest of their lives — but now he needed to be inside her, and Hermione wanted him, too. He gasped again as Hermione’s hand gripped him once more, guiding him inside her, crying out herself as he filled her with his hardness.
She felt even better than he had imagined she would. As he moved inside her, Draco knew he would do anything Hermione wanted of him just as long as she never left him. She completed him even more fully than he had anticipated. He could stay like that, buried inside her beautiful body, forever.
Hermione whimpered as, legs wrapped around him, she moved against Draco, knowing that this was right, this was what she had needed for so long. Draco was her perfect man, the one she had been searching for, the one who completed her.
‘Oh, fuck, you’re perfect!’ Draco exclaimed loudly.
He held tightly to Hermione, needing to go deeper, wanting to give her more pleasure than she had ever experienced with a lover before. The noises she was making, those little whimpering sounds he loved so much, were doing exactly what he had told her they would the first time he had commented on them, and he was close to coming. But he couldn’t give in to his desires just yet. She had to come first, and he would do whatever it took to ensure that happened. Again and again, he thrust, his mouth finding hers in a deeply possessive kiss as he attempted to force the orgasm that he knew she was capable of.
‘I want you on top,’ he told her once the kiss ended. ‘Will you ride me?’
He was aware that his climax was imminent; changing position had the dual benefit of giving him a few seconds to recover a little and deeper penetration for Hermione, who was close but not quite close enough.
Hermione smiled as she nodded at Draco and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. What the two of them had shared so far had been wonderful and she was eager to please him. She wanted him to come more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. Her only desire now was his enjoyment. There was a brief flurry of movement and then she impaled herself on Draco’s rigid cock, moaning loudly as he filled her.
Draco played with her breasts again, fingers clutching at her erect nipples. Hermione moved up and down, slowly to start with but then faster as she took control of their lovemaking. She ground her pelvis against him, alternately sitting up to take as much of his wonderful cock as she could, then leaning forward again when the feeling became too intense. Her whimpers gave way to shallow gasps, and the dull ache that had been building steadily throughout threatened to become unbearable. She was so close to coming now; fortunately so was Draco. His own moans of pleasure erupted with every movement Hermione made. She could let herself go, no longer worried about not satisfying him.
‘Hold tight,’ Draco whispered, and clamping his arms around her he entwined his legs with hers and rolled her over so he was in charge again.
He pushed harder than ever as he could feel the contraction of Hermione’s muscles and knew she was about to come. He was more than ready for it to happen. The wonderful whimpering had gone, replaced by fast, shallow breathing that Draco found just as arousing. He found himself crying out with every thrust, feeling that subtle tug that meant he was about to come.
‘Come for me, darling,’ he managed to beg. ‘Please, I need you to come for me.’
And Hermione obliged, her body reacting to Draco’s words. The feeling that had been building finally overwhelming and erupting from her. Her body shook and bucked and a loud squeal that sounded almost painful was ripped from her throat as the world exploded in a million points of light. She gripped Draco tightly with hands and legs, calling out his name over and over. She was unable to focus on anything but the complete and utter bliss he was giving her.
Draco cried out, too, as Hermione’s intense orgasm caused his own, just as explosive and just as pleasurable. Spent, he collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly. He didn’t want to leave her beautiful body. Hermione was finally his lover, and his life was totally perfect.
Eventually, Draco moved to lie next to Hermione and watched as she came down from the extraordinary and intense climax she had just experienced. His fingers trailed over her lovely damp skin as she attempted to normalise her breathing.
‘I bet you wish you had been my partner in class now, don’t you?’ he said smugly.
‘Oh shut up,’ Hermione said, but there was no malice in her tone. She wriggled a little to move into Draco’s arms and kissed his neck as she did so.
‘See what you could have had?’ Draco continued. ‘It was all yours for the taking — you just had to ask.’
‘It wouldn’t have been like that, though,’ Hermione told him honestly. ‘Not in class.’
‘No, you’re right. I would have got a blowjob out of you in class,’ Draco said with a grin. He squeezed Hermione as she looked a little abashed and laughed. ‘I was joking. A blowjob definitely wasn’t required this time, otherwise the whole thing might have ended up being a bit of a letdown for you, although it would definitely have made me come.’
‘I don’t think it could have been like that before,’ Hermione said again, after a bit more kissing and touching. ‘You were too selfish and I was un-confident, and with all the bad stuff unresolved between us, it wouldn’t have been satisfying — not for either of us. Getting to know you properly over the last week or so is what really tipped the balance, I think.’
‘You might be right,’ Draco conceded, ‘although I still think I’d have given you great sex, just maybe not quite so emotionally pleasurable.’ He gave a small sigh. ‘It was all worth it, though. You belong to me now and everything’s just perfect.’ He gave Hermione a tight squeeze, wanting her to know how much she meant to him.
‘You do know that what you did was morally reprehensible, don’t you?’ Hermione said.
Draco shrugged and pulled her closer to him. ‘I know that, love, but don’t ask me to apologise because I won’t. If I had to I would be perfectly happy to do it all over again . . . although I would try to tame the over-confidence a bit.’ He kissed her again.
‘But that wouldn’t have done any good,’ Hermione said honestly, once the kissing stopped. ‘After everything that happened between us at school, there was never going to be any chance of you being my partner. It didn’t matter how handsome, sexy, or well-endowed you were. And if you had been nice to me I would have been even more suspicious of you. As it was, you were just the same arrogant bastard you had always been, so it was business as usual.’
‘You were attracted to me, though,’ Draco said. ‘I know you were, even though you fought it.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Of course I was. I told you, you are handsome, sexy and well-endowed. But there was far too much other stuff and I wasn’t going to admit I fancied you, especially as that was what you were so obviously trying to get me to do. The more you pushed, the more I reacted against it. When you kissed me that day in the park I had to get away. I knew if I didn’t I would have—’ She broke off. ‘I shall have to thank Chris when I see him, and apologise to him, too. Poor man, getting caught in the middle of us two.’
Draco stroked Hermione’s cheek. ‘He did a good thing,’ he admitted. ‘He kept me away from you when I was at my worst. I would have done you nothing but more damage then, however much I may have wanted otherwise. And he knew just when to let you go.’
‘I did really like him,’ Hermione said a little wistfully.
‘I know,’ Draco replied. ‘But you were always going to be mine. He knew that long before you did.’
‘So now you’ve got what you wanted,’ Hermione said as she snuggled deeper into Draco’s arms. ‘What now?’
‘I’m not quite there yet,’ Draco said. ‘I told Chris I’m going to marry you one day, and I have every intention of doing that. And children, too. I definitely want those.’
He looked lewdly at Hermione. ‘How about we have another go at finding out a bit more about your body’s response to stimulation—’ his voice lowered as he kissed her throat— ‘and have a practice at making babies? After all, it must be almost an hour since I last made you come, and you know I adore those little noises you make.’
‘Touch me,’ Hermione whispered happily.
And Draco took her at her word.
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