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CHAPTER NINE: REACTIONS

Hermione�s hand trembled as she knocked on the invisible
door to the Room of Requirement. She swallowed and breathed deeply, forcing
herself to calm down. Ron and Ginny were at Quidditch
practice again: their big match with Ravenclaw was
coming up. No one would notice that she wasn�t at dinner. It was Friday and
everyone would be enjoying a bit of free time.

Malfoy opened the door and
welcomed in her wordlessly. His face was nearly expressionless. The fire in the
hearth was roaring and the room was consequently warmer than usual. It was
quite cozy, Hermione decided. There was one change to the room: a low table sat
in front of the sofa by the fire, and on it was laid dinner for the two of
them. Not in any formal sort of way. More like a picnic, with half a chicken,
rolls, asparagus, and pumpkin juice.

Draco had known how to get to the Hogwarts kitchens since he
was fourteen, and was very glad of that now. The house elves had been more than
happy to oblige his dinner request. Even Dobby had been civil. Now Draco would
have Granger to himself for the entirety of the evening.

�Come and eat,� he said as he sat down on the sofa, picking
up one of the already buttered rolls and taking a bite.

Hermione set her school bag down by the door and kicked off
her shoes and stockings before striding over to sit next to Malfoy
on the sofa. Remembering the things they�d done on those very cushions made the
corners of her mouth turn up in a slight smile.

Draco looked over at her curiously. �What�s so funny, then?�

Hermione�s smile spread as she served herself some chicken. �Oh, nothing. I was just remembering
that thing we did a few weeks ago�.�

Her voice had a mischievous edge that Draco found very
appealing. It was not often that she would talk openly with him about their
�lessons� without becoming embarrassed.

�Ah yes,� Draco smirked. �That was very nearly worth getting
detention from Filch for being caught out of bed.�

In fact, there was no question in Draco�s mind that it had
been worth it. He and Granger had lain naked end-to-end
on that sofa for what seemed like hours. He had told her that she would learn a
very important lesson that night, which every student ought to know: you get
out of your education what you put into it. For every stroke of her tongue,
every suckling kiss, every time she took him into her mouth, Granger had
received an equal reward. And though she was the first to come after his tongue
had returned every ounce of pleasure he had received, the way her mouth moved
desperately around his cock as she rode out her orgasm was what finally pushed
him over the edge, too. This remembrance did not make it easier for him to wait
patiently for what was to come.

Hermione giggled and felt very smug about the fact that she,
unlike Malfoy, had not been caught. A slight blush
tinged her cheeks as the silence of pleasant remembrance stretched between
them. And after tonight, she thought, there would be so many more memories.

Hermione picked up her fork and began to eat her chicken.
She realized that this was the first time she had ever shared a meal with Malfoy. She was not sure how she felt about that.

�How is it?� Draco asked, feeling
obligated to make some sort of conversation.

Hermione swallowed, took a sip of pumpkin juice, then answered. �Good.� She smiled and wiped her lips with a
napkin politely.

Draco ate his chicken with the impeccable table manners that
a boy of his breeding observed without thought. He was pleasantly surprised to
note that Granger had excellent manners as well, and berated himself for
focusing on such things at a time like this. What did it matter if she held her
knife and fork properly? He was here to shag her, not take her to a formal
dinner.

Hermione felt self-conscious as she noticed how gracefully Malfoy ate his food. She had always been aware of their
class differences, but she had not thought about the fact that the wizarding gentry would probably be raised to a certain
standard of social decorum. It was these little things that helped to establish
the insurmountable dissimilarities between the two of them in Hermione�s mind,
even when she could pretend they were not so different when they were alone
together.

Draco finished his meal and sat back against the arm of the sofa,
waiting patiently for Granger to finish hers. It was almost here. That moment
he had been waiting months for. He was finally going to make her his.

Hermione placed her napkin next to her plate and sat back as
well, facing Malfoy and looking at him uncertainly.
What would happen next? Would they start out like they always did: kisses, then
touches, then more? Her stomach quaked with anticipation but she did her best
to conceal her nervousness. If she wasn�t ready now, after everything they�d
done, then she would never be ready.

Draco stared unflinchingly at Granger, wondering what he
ought to say at a time like this. He had never thought much about what to say
before sex. He had never really said anything before sex, come to think of it.
A witch expressed interest, he shagged her, then she
went away. If she was good, he shagged her again later, and she went away
again. That�s just how it was.

But that wasn�t how it had been recently. Draco hadn�t
actually had a shag in months. Not since before
Granger. He never thought that starting this project would make him monogamous
for all intents and purposes. At least he could end his drought soon. His
entire arrangement with Granger felt like two months of foreplay leading up to
this night. He wasn�t sure how much more teasing he could take.

Hermione maintained eye contact with Malfoy,
having gotten used to his piercing gaze for the most part by this point. She
wondered what he was thinking about. He didn�t look nervous at all. But then,
there was no reason he ought to be nervous: he had done this dozens, maybe
hundreds of times before, for all she knew. No matter how she tried to ignore
it, that thought still irked Hermione. How was she supposed to compete with all
of those other witches?

Draco�s lips shifted into a smirk and he finally spoke. �Any requests?�

�What?� Hermione asked, taken aback.

�Any requests?� Draco repeated.
�Anything special you want?�

�I�� Hermione couldn�t help but laugh at the absurdity of
the question. �I hadn�t thought�.�

�You must have thought of this�. Imagined how it would be��
his voice trailed off silkily.

Hermione shivered reflexively at the suggestion in his
voice. Neither of them moved closer to the other on the sofa but it seemed as
if the air between them became closer. A dozen images flew to her mind from
fantasies she�d had about what having sex with Malfoy
would be like. But they all seemed so vague and childish. They betrayed her
inexperience. �I can�t think of any.�

�I don�t believe that for one moment,� scoffed Draco.
�Perhaps you need help jogging your memory�.�

He smirked and she didn�t understand why. Then she felt him.
He hadn�t moved but she felt him at
the corners of her mind. She looked down to see he had his hand in his pocket.
His wand was there, no doubt. His mind was at the edges of her own, coaxing her
to let him in. She still did not know Occlumency, but
her fury at the intrusion kept him out.

�I don�t believe
you!� she said in disbelief as she shook him out of her mind. �You agreed you
wouldn�t do that without��

Draco cut her off, irritated at her reaction. Stuffy bint had no sense of humor. �Without your permission, I
know.�

His audacity was insufferable. �Then why?�

�What makes you think I was actually looking?� he asked,
casually playing with his wand.

�I could feel you
looking!� Hermione couldn�t believe he was actually trying to defend himself.

�Granger, if I had really been trying to get into your head,
do you honestly think you would have been able to keep me out?� He cocked his
head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

�I�� Hermione stammered and then closed her mouth, digesting
what he had said.

�All you �felt� was me casting the spell,� Draco said with a
shrug, looking bored.

�Why would you even cast it then?� asked Hermione,
exasperated.

�I wanted you to loosen up,� Draco replied simply. �And it
worked, in a way.� He smirked in self-satisfaction.

Hermione glared at him, still furious but unable to continue
berating him. He hadn�t actually done anything other than be his usual self.

�Let�s not argue, love,� Malfoy
said in a brutal parody of real affection. Something in Hermione�s chest ached
at the false endearment. She did her best to ignore it.

Hermione rolled her eyes but promised herself she would let
it go. Her face was still flushed from her anger and they were sitting so close
to the fire that she suddenly felt overheated. She realized that she still
hadn�t removed her school robes and unclasped them deftly, hanging them over
the back of the sofa. She felt Malfoy�s eyes on her
as she sat back down.

�Why stop there?� he asked quietly, and the lust in his
voice reminded her of why they were there. Hermione suddenly felt even warmer.
Was she really going to go through with this?

Draco watched Granger from across the sofa. She did not
answer him, and he did not pursue the subject. Her eyes locked on his and he
could hardly stand not to be touching her. She kept eye contact as she moved to
untie her tie. However, with a swiftness born of Seeker reflexes, Draco reached
out and grabbed the end of it.

Hermione looked at Malfoy
questioningly as he held her tie between his fingers. She had to lean forward a
bit to keep from choking. But he pulled on it so that it was taut again, and
she had to move closer to him to ease the discomfort. Before she knew it, she
had slowly crawled across the sofa and was right in front of Malfoy, her eyes still focused on his.

Draco shifted his hand so that he held Granger�s tie just
below the knot. He then tugged on it so that Granger�s face was pulled towards
his, and he kissed her roughly, thinking that it had been far too long since
they last did this. In reality, it had only been three days.

There was an urgency in his kiss
that Hermione had felt before, but not in this unrestrained way. She was almost
frightened to feel an echo of that urgency building within herself. But she
couldn�t have pulled away if she�d wanted to. He held her fast by that
traitorous red and gold tie he had professed to hate so much. And then the
thought that she couldn�t get away made the kiss even better, and instead of
pulling away, she leaned in.

Her lips were warm and wet and soft and they made Draco want
so badly to finally be inside her but he couldn�t stop kissing her. She was
pressed up against him now so that he was leaning back against the arm of the
sofa. He let his hand slip from her tie, as it seemed clear that she would not
pull away. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth and tangled the fingers
of one hand in her hair while the other untucked her
shirt and roamed over her stomach and back. After a few moments, he tried to
pull away for a breath, but she turned the tables and held his tie fast under
the knot, sending his lips crashing back into hers. Every single �lesson� had
been worth it if Hermione Granger had become the witch who was refusing to let
him stop kissing her now.

Hermione couldn�t get enough of him. She was consumed by his
smell and his taste and there was a knot deep in her stomach that wanted more
but she didn�t know how to get it. She knew what it wanted, but what was she
supposed to do? Every muscle in her body quivered in frantic anticipation and
maybe if she just kept kissing him he would understand that she needed him.

Draco nearly groaned as the girl�s kisses became even
rougher and more intense. He needed to get her to stop somehow, or they�d never
make it off the couch. He summoned all of his will power, breaking away from
the kiss as much as he could without choking himself. �Granger.�

Hermione emitted a small whimper and tried to claim his lips
again, but he put both hands firmly on her shoulders to hold her back. Her eyes
were unfocused and everything felt hazy, but he forced her to look at him.

�Granger,� Draco repeated, and her eyes finally focused on
his. �I can give you what you want.�

Hermione�s already flushed face became slightly redder.
�What do I have to do?� she asked quietly.

�You have to get up, for starters,� Draco said with a
chuckle.

Hermione frowned, a fuzzy part of her brain wondering why
she had to move away from Malfoy if he was what she
wanted. She hesitated.

�Trust me, darling,� Malfoy said
and Hermione�s chest ached again, �you�ll want the bed, at least this time.�

At the word �bed,� Hermione came to her senses. She took a
deep breath and looked over at the large four-poster near the back of the room.
It had been there for every one of their lessons, but they had never gone near
it before. The ebony frame, the silk sheets�. Everything they had done so far,
on the sofa, on the floor, all over the castle, it all seemed like play. Something light and often fun. How could anything they might
do in that bed ever feel like it was just a game?

Draco sensed the return of her nervousness and sighed. �Come
on.� He gently pushed her off of him by the shoulders and moved to stand next
to the sofa. He held out his hand and she took it tentatively, letting him pull
her up.

�I�m frightened,� Hermione said in a whisper, looking away
from him. She couldn�t believe she had said that. Of all the
things to say at a time like this�.

�Rubbish,� Draco said as he began undoing his tie. �What
good is being a Gryffindor if you haven�t even got courage?�

Hermione laughed a bit as she looked up at him. He was
almost being nice. Probably because he wanted to sleep with
her. �Touch�.�

�This is what you�ve wanted all along, remember?� Draco kept
his voice level, trying to gently persuade her. He was not going to leave this
room without having shagged Hermione Granger.

Hermione nodded, still uncertain. There really was no going
back after this.

�I promise you�ll enjoy it,� Draco said as he began
unbuttoning his shirt. �Satisfaction guaranteed.� He winked.

Hermione laughed again, fighting the urge to scoff. He had a
knack for undermining his own charms. Then her eyes fell upon Malfoy�s chest as he removed his shirt and laid it on the
couch. How could she say no to this? Every part of her ached
for him. She smiled shyly. �All right.�

�Good,� Draco answered her smile and leaned towards her,
whispering lowly into her ear. �Now undress for me.�

Hermione shivered as his hot breath tickled her ear, and
felt a warmth grow between her legs at his words. She
wanted to kiss him, but he had moved away across the room, so that he was
sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing only his trousers.

�You can�t be serious�� she fidgeted, stalling.

�I�ve seen you naked before,� he replied simply.

�Yes, but��

�Do it,� he commanded.

As if someone had turned on a switch, the authoritative
�professor� Malfoy of her �lessons� was back, and he
would not accept anything less than complete obedience. The warmth pooling
between Hermione�s legs began to spread, and she faced Malfoy
as she stood by the sofa. She smirked playfully.

�Yes, sir.�

The two most perfect words that could have escaped Granger�s
lips at that moment went straight to Draco�s cock. Merlin, he had done a good
job teaching her. He watched with rapt attention as she undid her tie and left
it alongside his. Next, she unbuttoned her blouse, from top to bottom. He
smirked as the familiar green silk bra was revealed. She hadn�t been wearing
the lingerie recently; he�d stopped requiring it because they met so often. She
must have thought it would be appropriate for the occasion. Clever
girl.

Hermione became less nervous with each button of her blouse
she undid. She could feel his eyes on her, and the lust that radiated from him
gave her confidence. She let the blouse fall off her shoulders and laid it on
the sofa on top of Malfoy�s shirt. Her shoes and
stockings were already gone: all she had left was her skirt and lingerie.

Draco�s breath hitched as Granger
unzipped and stepped out of her wool skirt. He could hardly believe how badly
he wanted her. He stood up and caught her eye, unzipping his trousers and
beginning to remove them as a show of good faith. Granger rewarded him by
undoing the clasp of her bra and sliding it off, leaving it to join the rest of
their discarded clothing. At that point Draco could no longer keep eye contact
with her.

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled as he stared at her
breasts unabashedly. Was there anything in this world that could make Draco Malfoy embarrassed? Taking a deep breath to steady her
nerves, she hooked her fingers in the top of her knickers, waiting for Malfoy to do the same.

After prying his eyes away from Granger�s chest, Malfoy realized that she wanted him to follow her lead. He
obliged, and as they stepped out of their respective undergarments they were
both finally naked before one another.

Hermione suddenly felt awkward standing alone by the sofa,
and therefore had no trouble obeying when Malfoy gave
her a beckoning look. She moved to stand by him in front of the bed, and
wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.

�Good girl,� Draco said approvingly as he looked down at the
naked witch between his arms. He claimed her mouth roughly and pulled her body
flush against his. Just a bit longer�.

Hermione was used to seeing Malfoy�s
cock by now, feeling it pressed up against her, in her hand, in her mouth. But
now, as she felt its hard length against her stomach, knowing that very soon it
would be inside her, she was suddenly worried about its size. Even Malfoy�s fingers felt more than filling most of the time. What
if this hurt? She pulled away from the kiss, breathing hard.

�Get on the bed,� Draco ordered, but without the usual
threatening firmness of tone.

Hermione moved to the side of the bed and began removing
many of the fine throw pillows and blankets that covered it. When she was
finally left with two pillows and the regular sheets and duvet, she hesitated,
self-conscious about the wetness between her legs. The sheets were such a
beautiful silk�. �What about the sheets?�

�What?� Malfoy figured out what
she was talking about and growled in impatience. �Honestly, Granger, of all the
things to think of at a time like this. I�ll clean the
sheets later, all right?�

�Right.� Hermione felt like an
idiot, but crawled onto the bed, lying on top of the down duvet. She felt very
exposed there on her back, waiting for Malfoy to do
something.

It was almost breathtaking. He had waited so long for this.
And there she was, lying on silk sheets, waiting for him to become the first
man to claim her. Just a few more moments of restraint, to make sure everything
was perfect.

Hermione could not decide whether it made her more or less
nervous when Malfoy climbed onto the bed to lie next
to her left side. His body was so warm and inviting and she wanted to curl up
against it and stay there forever. He was very quiet and serious now. He leaned
over and kissed her slowly, almost gently. Hermione couldn�t remember him ever
having kissed her like that before. The pace of it calmed her. As he deepened
the kiss, he ran his left hand over her chest and stomach, soothing and
exciting her at the same time. Every time he brushed over a nipple or the skin
of her inner thighs, Hermione�s breath would hitch and her heartbeat would
quicken. But then he would pet her stomach and sides and she would calm again.
It was maddeningly erotic and she could feel herself becoming wetter by the
moment.

Maybe this was what she wanted. Draco hoped that she wanted
this. She hadn�t told him, after all, what she had dreamed this might be like.
And she would never let him take it from her, certainly. But perhaps she wanted
it like this: slow and gentle to begin. It wasn�t how he wanted it, but if he
gave her this, there would be plenty of time for his fantasies later. She
seemed to be responding well. As he passed his hand over her inner thigh he
slid a finger between the lips he wanted so badly to be surrounded by. She was
soaked.

Hermione�s hips bucked reflexively when Malfoy
slid a finger between her labia. She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled
his hand away.

�Oh, don�t you worry,� said Draco with a smile between slow kisses.
�I won�t forget about you.�

Hermione shivered and sucked on Malfoy�s
tongue gently, not knowing how else to show him how badly she wanted him except
through the kiss. She felt like the rest of her body was completely out of her
control.

�Ready?�

Hermione wondered why he cared, but tried to nod as he broke
their kiss. Would she ever feel like she was ready?

�Suck me,� he breathed against her lips and Hermione looked
at him in confusion as he lay on his back.

�It makes it easier,� he explained simply and she felt like
a complete idiot for not understanding that to begin with. She leaned over Malfoy�s reclining form and took his very erect penis into
her mouth, trying to dispel her nervousness so that she could salivate a bit.
She worked her mouth over it for a few moments, taking it all the way in and
then pulling back off of it. After a minute, Malfoy
put his hand gently on her shoulder to stop her.

That would have to be good enough. He couldn�t wait anymore.
Her mouth just made him want her pussy even more. He couldn�t remember ever
wanting anything so badly in his entire life. He rolled over to straddle
Granger�s hips. He had waited so long to see her from this position. To have her naked and wet and waiting beneath him. She was
nervous. It was understandable. But there wasn�t much else he could do to help
that. He leaned down and kissed her roughly.

�Relax,� he said, feeling her body tense beneath his.

She did not answer, but she nodded, willing her muscles to
unclench. She had no idea what to think or say about all of this. All she knew
was that her body wanted him inside of her. It had wanted that for a long time.
Things wouldn�t be the same after this, but she would be all right. She had
chosen this.

Draco positioned himself at her opening and pushed the head
of his cock into her gently, making sure it would be wet enough. He thrust
shallowly a few times, spreading her wetness over his cock teasingly. Just a
few more seconds�. He tried to get body as close to hers as he could, so that
she could kiss, or bite, or do whatever she had to do in the first few moments.
He couldn�t remember ever taking this much care about a virgin. All he knew was
that he had to do this right if he wanted to have her again.

�This will hurt,� he said matter-of-factly, and Hermione
wrapped her arms loosely around his back, bracing herself but keeping her
muscles relaxed. She had always known that it would hurt.

Draco was done waiting. In one swift movement, he slid
himself all the way into her, pausing for a moment to let her get used to him.
He could feel her tense up again in spite of herself.

Hermione�s nails dug into his back and she bit the corner of
her pillow as she found herself filled beyond anything she had ever
experienced. It hurt, but she couldn�t tell if that was because her hymen had
broken or because he was just so big that her muscles weren�t used to
stretching like that. She coached herself to take deep breaths and looked up at
Malfoy uncertainly.

Draco looked down at Granger with eyes dark with lust and
kissed her again as he began to move in and out of her gently, helping to
replace the pain with pleasure. He had fucked dozens of girls�why was she so
different? Was it just that it had been months? No, there was something about the
fact that this was Granger that he was fucking. He was suddenly a bit irritated
about the fact that he wouldn�t be able to tell anyone about this.

Hermione focused on the kiss so she could ignore the pain.
She focused on the way his mouth felt, tasted. And then she became aware of a
feeling within her that was not pain, but quite the opposite. Each stroke of
his cock within her sent shivers up her spine. Each time he got as deep as he
could made a wave of hot pleasure course through her. It felt so different than
when he touched her clit, but it still felt so good.

Draco increased his pace, and after a few moments he had to
pull away so that he could sit up a bit and get better leverage. He began to
breathe harder, as did she, as the speed of his thrusts increased. She was so
tight, so hot, so wet. He knew he would want her again and again. As she got
used to him, she began to pant and moan softly beneath him. Her head tossed
gently back and forth. She could not keep her eyes open. It was one of the
sexiest things Draco had ever seen.

He felt so good inside her. She wanted to call his name. But
it didn�t feel right to call him by his last name, not when he was inside her,
when they were doing something people who are deeply in love do together, when
she was as close to him physically as it was possible for two people to be. She
wasn�t able to make this act emotionless, not yet. This was her first time, and
she couldn�t be detached from it. Regardless of how Malfoy
felt or would react, Hermione had to show some sign of affection, a signal that
this meant something to her.

�Nnn� Draco�� she whispered softly
as he thrust into her over and over. The name sounded strange as it escaped her
lips and hung in the air, but it felt better than calling him Malfoy, with all its connections to Lucius
and the Death Eaters. It felt almost like they were equals. Almost
like they were in love, or at least friends.

Draco did not break his rhythm, but he looked down at
Granger in surprise, trying to decide how he felt about her using his first
name. It was a name he associated with his parents, who were the only people
besides Pansy who called him that. Still, the way Granger said it� no one had
ever said his name like that before. He looked at her thoughtfully as he
continued to thrust intently in and out of her sweet, soft, wet,
no-longer-virgin pussy. It was her first time; he should be nice to her. He
already felt like once with her would never be enough, and he wanted to make
sure that she�d feel the same way.

As he decided this, Draco shifted his weight and returned
himself closer to her body. He could now not only hear, but also feel the
breathy gasps and moans that escaped her parted lips every time he thrust into
her. She wasn�t loud, but he had the feeling that if he fucked her a little
harder and deeper at the right angle she�d be screaming in no time. Her eyes
were determinedly closed, and if he hadn�t just heard her say his name, he
might suspect her of imagining he was someone else.

Granger had her hands resting on his back again, as if she
wanted to hug him, to pull him closer to her and deeper into her. Draco took
the initiative, pressing his chest against hers and laying his forearms flat on
either side of her head, bending his elbows and resting his weight like that so
as not to crush her. It was harder to maintain his rhythm this way, but he
could manage. Granger moaned softly and wrapped her arms more assertively
around him. It had been a long time since Draco had been in this position
during sex. Usually he preferred to make girls crouch on all fours so he could
fuck them from behind, or he had them sit on top of him and do all the work.
He�d teach Granger those things later, but somehow this felt like the right
thing to do for this significant fuck.

Draco shifted so that his mouth was next to the girl�s left
ear and began thrusting a bit harder, moaning in spite of himself
at how good it felt to be inside her, to finally be claiming her as his own. It
was even better than he�d imagined it would be. He ought to tell her that.

�You feel incredible�,� he whispered hotly into her ear, and
then, even though it sounded strange, he added, ��Hermione.�

Hermione could scarcely believe it when she heard Malfoy say her name. But his words reassured her a bit. She
had no idea if she was doing this right, but it felt so good it was difficult
to care. She continued to gasp and moan as he trust
into her again and again and it seemed like it would never stop and she never
wanted it to stop.

�Open your eyes,� Malfoy
commanded, now propped up on his hands again, looming over Hermione, their
torsos no longer in contact. Hermione obeyed without thought, looking up at his
face. She was surprised at how altered by lust it was, but she supposed hers
must be as well. She struggled to keep her eyes open; they wanted to roll back
and her eyelids tried to flutter shut every time he thrust into her.

�Don�t you dare think about anyone else,� Malfoy growled imperiously, suddenly seeming almost angry.
�This is me doing this to you. Take a good look. This is me
fucking your brilliant little brains out. This is what you�re going to think
about when you touch yourself from now on. Understand?�

Hermione forced herself to keep her eyes open, taking in
every feature of Malfoy�s face, nodding her
understanding of his orders. Had she done something wrong? She hadn�t even thought
to imagine someone else. She had once wanted it to be Ron, doing this to her, with
her, for the first time. But that felt like such a long time ago. The
attraction she felt toward Malfoy had become so much
stronger than her affection for Ron.

�I-I know it�s you� Draco,� Hermione managed to gasp out,
placing her hands on Malfoy�s waist, beginning to
match his rhythm with her hips. Once she got the hang of it, Malfoy smirked at her in approval. Their hips rocked
together as he slid in and out of her. Every few seconds Hermione would moan or
whisper Malfoy�s name, or barely coherent things
about how good it felt.

Draco wanted to do so much more. There were so many
fantasies he wanted to turn into realities. But she wouldn�t be ready for any
of that tonight. She would come back for more. He would make sure of that.
Still, he couldn�t complain about this shag, even though it wasn�t anything out
of the common way in mechanics. He could not be disappointed when he finally
had her beneath him. Granger�s hair was a mess, splayed out bronze over the
black silk sheets. Her eyes were dark and halfway lidded, and her soft lips
panted his name in a way that made him want to fuck her even harder.

Hazily, Hermione registered the fact that Malfoy had grabbed his wand from beside the bed and was
murmuring a quick spell with it pointed at her. It must have been some sort of
contraceptive spell. Hermione hadn�t even considered something as strange as
magical birth control before. She had been taking pills for a while now, just
in case, but she got the feeling that even if she explained to Malfoy how they worked, he probably wouldn�t trust them. It
certainly couldn�t hurt to be doubly protected.

Something about Malfoy�s slightly
increased pace and concentration gave Hermione the feeling that he might be
close. She had seen him orgasm before, of course, even made him do it, but not
like this. Not� inside her. What would it feel like? What should she do?
It was so hard to think when everything felt so good! Suddenly, Malfoy leaned down and claimed her lips roughly, kissing
her with animal force, reestablishing his claim on her. The kiss became an
outlet for Hermione�s passion as well, and she found herself matching his
fervor.

Draco kissed and bit and sucked on Granger�s lips and tongue
so hard he was afraid he would hurt her, but part of him didn�t care. Besides,
she was giving back almost as good a she got, and that was what did it. A groan
of satisfaction caught in Draco�s throat and he arched his back with one final
deep thrust into Granger�s probably exhausted pussy. He gave her the gift of
him groaning her first name as his orgasm spilled through him in a wave of
pleasure.

Hermione was surprised to not feel much of anything as Malfoy collapsed on top of her, presumably spilling inside
of her. It felt a little warm, but that was it. She supposed it might feel
sticky or something later. She allowed herself to stroke his sweat-dampened
hair gently while he lay on her, catching his breath. He was probably only
allowing her to do it because he didn�t want to move yet. It made her feel
powerful to feel him trembling under her hands, knowing that she�d made him
feel that good. And she�d felt good, too. It had been amazing. She knew she�d be wanting it again.

Draco tolerated Granger petting his hair for a few moments
while he basked, not ready to pull out of her warmth. Finally he summoned the
strength to roll off of her, and chuckled at the girl�s exclamation of dismay
as some of his cum escaped her. Sex really was a messy business. She shivered
and cuddled up to his side, and he allowed it. This had been an important
milestone in her life; she deserved a minute or two to let it sink in.

�Good?� he asked, breaking the silence.

�Yes.� Hermione replied lamely. How could one describe what
it had felt like?

�Do you feel different?� Draco asked conversationally as he
played with her hair.

�Yes and no,� she said with a shrug.

�Fair enough,� Draco responded, yawning.

Hermione paused and smiled to herself. �I�m not a virgin
anymore.�

�No, you�re not,� Draco said matter-of-factly. �I fucked you
till you were moaning my name.�

Hermione�s cheeks pinked slightly, then
she asked timidly, �Was it, I mean, was I� good?�

Draco chuckled darkly. �Darling, you were taught by the
best. Need I say more?�

That feeling in her chest was back. All of it, everything
they�d done, was an imitation of love. It would have to be enough for now. She
wasn�t going to give it up.

Draco hesitated, remembering what he had promised her. �Do
you want me to�?�

Hermione blushed and shook her head. She was too tired to
move, and laughed. �Maybe tomorrow?�

�Anything you want,� Draco replied generously. Part of him
was relieved.

�Can we stay here?� Hermione asked tentatively. The thought
of going back to her room after all of this was depressing.

Draco thought about that for a moment. Of course she wanted
to stay and sleep there with him. She didn�t look like she could move if she�d
wanted to. He was fairly exhausted, himself. He couldn�t remember the last time
he had stayed overnight with a girl.

�Your House will probably think you went into your room
early and they didn�t see you. My House is used to me being gone at odd hours.
Besides, I don�t care what they think.�

This was a good enough answer for Hermione, who crawled
between the silk sheets, shivering as she did so. Malfoy
followed her lead. She nestled against his side, unable to help feeling
attached to him. The worst that could happen was that he would push her away.

Draco didn�t push her away. He was in an excellent
post-coital mood, and he was so tired he didn�t think he could lift his arm to
push her away. Let her have her moment. The sheets felt so good�.

The Room of Requirement instinctively dimmed its torches,
satisfied in its half-formed magical consciousness that it had provided the two
sleeping students with exactly what they had needed.

*****

A/N: Whew! So there it is, faithful
readers! Your first reward for sticking with me this far.
It is by no means the last smut scene, but it took a while to get our heroes to
this point, and as the characters keep developing and the plot (if I have any) thickens,
everything will become more entwined, I�m sure. I�m excited to find out where
it�s going, so I hope you are, too! Many, many thanks to all
of my readers. Nine chapters is a lot! I�ve also already written chapter
ten, so I�ll give you guys a few days to cool off from this chapter, then give
you a glimpse at the fallout in chapter ten, and get my ass to work on chapter
eleven! Hope everyone�s having fun!

Breenieweenie�I think at this
point it is mostly conquest-based. But there�s room for complexity there. I
love that darkness too: it just seems to fit him. Time will tell how the
relationship will work out, I suppose! I�m partly being enigmatic but also even
I don�t know exactly how it�ll work out! I�m glad you liked the chapter!

ilke�I think I may have already responded to you prematurely (as
I tend to do), but I�m going to respond anyway! I�m glad you liked the tiger
image: I think that may extend a bit if it fits in places. We�ll see! I already
explained that reaction thing. Poor Hermione�s under a lot of pressures and is
full of insecurities right now. I think things will get better for her. In
chapter nine, at least, it seems that they already have. I hope most (if not
all) of your questions about the smutty things were answered in this chapter! I
tried to kind of hint at other things without explaining too much. I think we�ll
be filled in over time. As for Ginny, that�ll really come together in chapter
ten! Hope you enjoyed!

DracosSlave�Hi! Glad you liked the
chapter! I�m very complimented by your assertion that you love everything I
write! Agreed: who on earth can resist Draco? Draco is a very complicated boy.
I�m not sure if even he knows what he really wants. Hopefully he�ll find some
answers, and maybe a bit of comfort along the way. Here�s the sex, finally!
What did you think?

kazfeist�The Big Night came and went. Thoughts?
Glad you�re enjoying the dynamic. It�s fun to tackle!

Dreamweaver�Well, here are those �hornier details� for you!
Hope you enjoyed them! Yeah, Ron cracks me up. I don�t dislike him and I never
want to make him out as the enemy in fics, but he
really can be so dense sometimes. Plus I love scenes where he�s eating. Those
are my favorite JK Ron scenes. I think Ginny might have gotten his share of the
observation skills, as you�ll see in chapter ten! Thanks for reading!
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