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Research & Development	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13780 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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8.
It was a Saturday afternoon two weeks later, and Hermione found herself once again in Draco’s flat. It wasn’t the normal Friday night takeaway and film—they had forgone that this week. Tonight was the Ministry Gala and Hermione had asked Malfoy if he could help her go over her opening speech. She had been asked by the Ministry to start the night off and she was feeling quite nervous about it.
They were sitting on the sofa, having gone over her speech in detail when he asked, ‘How did it go with Weasley last week?’
Hermione knew that he was asking about what they had spoken about two weeks earlier. Charlie had been back in London last weekend to visit and she had been a bit more blunt with him than usual to see if he would actually give it a try.
Hermione looked up at him in embarrassment. ‘I asked him.’
‘And?’ he asked, with a look of concentration on his face.
‘He did it,’ she said. ‘But it was strange.’
He looked confused. ‘How so?’
‘It just felt weird,’ she tried to explain. ‘I could tell that he wasn’t really into it, but that he was trying, for me. But I just didn’t really feel anything, and I…’ she trailed off, embarrassed that she had had to do what she had done.
‘What?’ he asked, seeming genuinely curious.
‘I faked it,’ she said. ‘I honestly just wanted him to stop. I don’t think I like it.’ She had voiced her fear. She knew that she wasn’t really a sexy woman, and though Charlie made her feel sexy sometimes, it had just felt awkward and had actually turned her off more than turned her on. She actually thought that there might be something wrong with her, as any other witch that she spoke to seemed to love it.
‘Maybe you just haven’t experienced it with the right person,’ Malfoy said, his voice low.
She looked at him in concern, he sounded like he might be ill. ‘Are you alright?’
He cleared his throat and looked away, something flashing in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure what. ‘What do you think I should do then,’ she said. ‘Put myself on Tinder? Desperately horny 25-year-old seeking equally horny man to properly eat her pussy?’ She heard Draco gasp lightly and smiled a bit knowing that he would be shocked at her choice of language.
He looked at her with dark eyes and she thought he actually looked angry at her. Then he sighed and looked at the wall. ‘It’s getting late. I need to have a shower, Granger,’ he said. ‘You’re welcome to get changed in my room while I’m in there.’
Hermione had brought her things with her for the Gala as she wasn’t sure how long it would take to go over her speech. It had been a smart decision though as it was now just after six and the Gala started at seven. They had decided just to walk from Malfoy’s flat as it was quite close to the phonebox entrance.
She headed into Malfoy’s room once he had gone into the bathroom. She pulled out her dress and her makeup and did her hair and makeup first. She then pulled her clothes off until she was in only her knickers and bra.
My earrings, she thought as she walked back into the living room to grab her purse. She had brought diamond stud earrings to wear tonight. She put one in her ear as she walked back towards Malfoy’s room, but then stopped when she heard a grunt come from the bathroom. It sounded as though Malfoy was in pain, maybe he had been ill?
She quickly changed direction and moved towards the bathroom door. She knocked lightly but there was no answer. She opened it quietly and looked inside.
Malfoy was certainly not being sick, she thought as she looked at the man through the glass of the shower door, which happened to be right in her line of vision as she looked in. Malfoy was grunting softly and groaning even. He had his eyes closed and as her eyes slid down his body, she could see why the sounds were escaping his lips. He was hard, and his hand was slowly moving up and down his—a soft moan slipped out of her lips—fucking beautiful cock. She felt herself get far too warm far too fast and then she realized that she was intruding on a very private moment and absolutely should not be in there.
She nearly tripped over herself as she moved backwards away from the sight. She fell against the wall in his bedroom and took a few deep breaths, feeling tingles all over her body, but especially down there. She looked down and felt her tummy tighten as she thought again about what he had looked like in the shower, stroking himself and completely focused on his pleasure. She let her eyes drift closed and let one hand move over her tummy and breasts as the thoughts drifted through her mind.
Suddenly, she heard the shower turning off and she panicked. She was still in her underwear and standing in his room. She moved quickly away from the wall, not looking where she was going and tripped over her shoes which were sprawled on the floor. Her second earring that she still had in her hand, flew up in the air and landed on the bed but she wasn’t sure where it had gone.
She bent over the bed and frantically tried to look for it. ‘Fuck!’
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Draco groaned as he ahem, finished his shower. He got out, said a quick drying spell and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts, when he heard ‘Fuck!’ from the bedroom. Concerned, he walked quickly into the bedroom, only to find Granger in red lacy underwear leaning over his bed.
Despite having just had a wank in the shower, he felt himself stirring again at the sight. ‘What’s going on, Granger?’ he asked, with what he thought was remarkable constraint.
‘Merlin, Malfoy, I’ve lost my earring. I tripped over my shoes and it’s landed somewhere on the bed,’ she said, her face far too innocent for her current predicament. He sighed as he came over and tried to have a look as well, but in the big green duvet, the earring seemed lost. When he asked her what kind of earring it was, she told him it was a diamond stud.
‘Here, I have an idea,’ he said. ‘Do you have your phone?’
Hermione looked at him and nodded, bending down again to grab her phone out of the hoodie she had been wearing earlier. This time, she was facing him and he could see right down into her brilliant cleavage.
‘Take a picture,’ he said, his voice harsh with need.
‘What?’ she asked, confused.
‘Take a picture of the bed,’ he said after clearing his throat. She held her phone up and took a picture of the bed. ‘No, no, Granger,’ he said, stepping up behind her and putting his hand over hers on the phone. ‘You’ve got the flash suppressed.’ He had never been this close to her before, and he found the smell of her skin intoxicating. ‘You have to turn it on,’ he whispered in her ear.
He could have sworn that she trembled as he flicked down the flash setting and turned it on. She clicked the button and it flashed. The picture that now showed on her phone screen had a little glare in the bottom left corner of the bed. ‘See?’ he smiled then moved away from her to look in that area of the bed. He quickly found the lost article and then, missing the feel of her body and hoping that the closeness had also affected her, he said, ‘Here, let me do it.’
He pressed his body against hers and with annoyingly shaky fingers, put the earring through the hole in her ear and gently closed the small clasp over the back of it. He looked at the earring and then, pushing an errant curl behind her ear, he whispered, ‘There.’
‘Thank you,’ she said in an equally quiet voice, not looking up. He was sure that she would pull away but she didn’t. Neither did he. He wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as possible. He looked down at the top of her bushy-haired head and then followed the line of her face down over her long black eyelashes, her cute button nose, her full lips, until he was once again staring down at the tops of her breasts, pushed up by her bra and looking so enticing.
It had been an entire minute and neither of them had moved. Finally, Draco knew that something had to happen. He looked back at her face and said, ‘Hermione,’ in a breathless voice. Her eyes jumped straight up to his, as if in surprise and he saw something there that he did not think he would ever see. Her eyes were dark with lust and desire. He almost gasped at the look—it hit him in the chest like a ton of bricks. He licked his lips and said the only thing that came to his mind. ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’
She gasped and he knew that he wanted to hear more of that sound. He bent down at the same time that she seemed to push up and their lips met in a passionate, consuming kiss. Hermione’s hands came up to rest against his chest and he grabbed her hips in his hands, pulling her body closer to him, needing to feel it against him. He pulled away from the kiss, licking and kissing his way down her neck and then back up, their lips meeting again. He took her chin in his hand and tipped her head to the side so that he could plunder her mouth with his tongue. She met his every advance and he could not remember a time that he had ever felt anything as intense as this.
His other hand moved around her back to unclasp her bra and when they were let free of their imprisonment, he looked down at the beautiful fleshy globes. He held them in his hands and she groaned at the feeling. ‘Please, Draco,’ she said and he looked up into her dark brown eyes. Oh fuck, he thought. This was real. This wasn’t some silly fantasy. Hermione Granger was half naked in his bedroom and moaning his name.
He lifted her up and laid her down on his bed, kissing her again as he fondled one of her gorgeous tits with his hand, lightly pinching her nipple. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘That feels good.’ Her hands were now tangled in his hair, pulling him against her to kiss again.
He groaned against her mouth and then he kissed his way down her neck again, this time continuing on to her breasts. He continued his ministrations with one hand while his mouth latched onto the other nipple, swirling around the areola and then nipping it lightly with his teeth, pulling his head back and letting it go with a wet pop. 'Oh, gods,' she sighed.
He kissed his way over to the other nipple as his hand made its way down her body to her knickers. He looked up into her face as he rubbed his palm strongly against her mons. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. He had no idea why she had suddenly decided that she did want him, but he definitely wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.
His hand slipped into her knickers and he caressed her slippery slit lightly before finding the right spot and plunging a finger up into her. She gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and looked down into Draco’s face, which was still licking and nipping at her nipple. ‘Oh fuck,’ she said, breathlessly. ‘Draco. Draco, what is this? What’s...happening?’
He had ignored her the first time, but at this he looked up at her. He was still pushing one of his fingers into her in a steady rhythm, feeling her wiggling against him.
‘Granger,’ he said. ‘I want you. I know we're friends but fuck, I want to make love to you.’
Her nostrils flared as she looked into his face. He took this opportunity to plunge another finger into her and she squirmed against him. ‘Do you want that?’ he asked, flicking his thumb across her clit. Her eyes were so dark and he thought she looked fucking brilliant. Finally, she nodded and he exhaled a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. ‘That being said,’ he continued, pushing now a third finger into her, stretching her, ‘I also want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for a week.’
He felt, rather than saw her reaction to this, as a flood of juices gushed over the three fingers that he had buried inside her. He bent down to suck her other nipple again and brushed a thumb firmly over her clit until he felt her go rigid against him and moan out loud, her hands flying up to grab her beautiful, bushy hair. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, Draco,’ she said softly as she started to come down from her high.
Pleased that he had given her such a powerful orgasm already, he started kissing down her tummy, ready to show her what she had been missing with Weasley.
Then suddenly she was moving away from him and he looked up, his dark eyes confused. ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Draco,’ she said in a panicked voice now. ‘Shit! Look at what time it is,’ she had her phone in her hand. She must have hit it with her arms when they had flown up to grab her hair. ‘The Gala starts in twelve minutes!’
Draco tried to pull her hips back to him, saying, ‘Granger, I honestly couldn’t give a fuck about the Gala just now.’
But she was moving away and off the bed. ‘I’m the opening speech,’ she said in a panicked voice. 'Fuck! I can’t be late!’ The lust-induced fog in his head had finally cleared enough to realise that she was truly panicking about this and he sighed and put his head against the bed where her body had just been, giving himself a few moments to get his breath back.
He got off the bed and stood in front of her. He touched her shoulders lightly with his hands, trying to calm her down and she looked up at him. ‘Don’t worry. We won’t be late,’ he said. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, he hoped it would be as reassuring for her as it was for himself. He pulled back and looked into her needy eyes. ‘Will you come back here after?’
She looked down at the bed and then back up at him. 'Yes,' she said.
He smiled and gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her to get ready.
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