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Just for One Night	By : mechelle908 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter and all the characters created in the Harry Potter universe belong only to J.K. Rowling. This story is only for fun, not for profit.

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Hermione has her own room and connected bath...I promise the writing will be worth this uncanonical rooming flaw!

So take this night

Wrap it around me like a sheet

I know I'm not forgiven

But I need a place to sleep

So take this night

And lay me down on the street

I know I'm not forgiven

But I hope that I'll be given . . .

Some peace

“This Night” by Black Lab

Hermione went into her bath to shower. The lake water, refreshing at first, was now starting to smell like the giant squid. As she emerged from the steamy room, she noticed that it was finally starting to get dark out. Hermione walked to her closet, a piece of parchment on her bed catching her eye:

Harry left with Dumbledore tonight. Wants us to patrol the castle. Neville and I are starting by the dungeons and going to make a few rounds. Meet you in the common room around 10 if all is well.

-Ron

Hermione frowned. The note left her uneasy. If anything were to happen, it would be tonight. But that would mean that Draco was up to something and she had been dead wrong all year. The logic in her would not allow her mind to wander down that path. She was usually right. No way could something that significant slip under her radar. Yet she still felt uneasy and wished she could talk to Draco again.

Dressed in a blank tank and matching running shorts, she sat at her vanity and performed the usual hair drying spell, chestnut curls forming soft ringlets down her back. As she was spreading moisturizer on her face she caught his reflection in the mirror.

She continued working the lotion into her skin, smoothing it down her neck. She held his gaze all the while, making it clear she would not speak first.

“I came to apologize.”

Hermione broke his gaze but did not turn. She smoothed the excess moisturizer onto her hands, paying particular attention to her fingers.

“After I left, I spent most of the night writing this. You know I’m not nearly as poetic in person as on paper. Charming, certainly but-“

Despite her best judgment Hermione smiled softly, “You know I love words.”

“We had such fun this year exchanging letters. I wanted to echo a time when-“

“You weren’t a total prat?”

Draco half-smiled at her, thinking that this was going to be harder than he thought. He wished she was angry.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said. And you know I’m not much better at the whole communication, reading emotion thing than you. I’m sorry for making you feel…childish. You’re almost 17. Almost legal,” she smirked.

Draco fully smiled at her joke. She liked to tease him about the fact that she was already 17 so technically she was breaking the law by sleeping with him.

Draco smiled fully at the memory prompting Hermione to ask what he was remembering as she stood to face him.

He leaned against her bed post and replied, “You.”

“Well, you have quite the treasure trove of memories in regards to me. I’m going to have to ask you, Mr. Malfoy, to be more specific.”

He said, “Actually I was thinking we could make another memory. Now.”

“Oh really? I think I need to read that letter first.”

“No.”

Hermione quirked an eyebrow.

Draco shifted his weight, stood and walked to her nightstand, placing the letter on top of her worn copy of Wuthering Heights. He turned and walked closer to Hermione stopping inches in front of her, testing her reaction to his proximity. She didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she was even breathing anymore.

Hermione locked onto Draco’s eyes and what she saw horrified her. This was it. Their last night together and he wanted her to know how he really felt. For the first time, his porcelain mask was completed cracked and piece by piece it fell off revealing all of Draco’s true emotion. He loved her. Oh gods he loved her.

His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and his breathing became shallow.

“Let me love you tonight. Please. Just let me love you.”

Hermione closed the gap pressing a bruising kiss to his lips. His soft, sweet lips. The kiss was chaste, hard but lingering.

Hermione pulled back, wanting to see the open emotion one more time on his face before it was veiled by his desire for her. Never had a man looked at her like Draco was looking at her now. Needing her, wanting her, loving her.

He twisted one hand into her hair and settled the other on her hip. He began kissing her, slowly, in his teasing, familiar way.

She ran her hands up his chest, one pausing on her shoulder, the other mirroring Draco’s twisted grasp on her own hair. She loved the way his hair felt. Thick and luxurious. And each thread was silken, like pallid rose petals.

He moved back towards the bed, Hermione following not daring to break contact. His hands moved to lift her tank and slide down her shorts. She broke the kiss impatiently kicking her tight shorts to the floor. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Draco followed her lead and pulled his black sweater over his head. Licking his lips at the sight of her full breasts.

Hermione pulled Draco towards her by his belt and began licking and nibbling his neck. He allowed his head to loll back to grant her better access. She tasted his collar bone and worked her way up to his chin, softly dragging her teeth over it. She kissed along his jaw and worked on his belt and trousers.

Draco’s hands were running across her smooth, small back and he reached down to cup both her buttocks. He squeezed and lifted so she moved onto her toes. She playfully bit his earlobe and backed away just far enough to allow his trousers to fall.

Draco hooked his thumbs in his boxer-briefs and pulled them off. He kicked off the rest of his offending garments and watched as Hermione mirrored him in the removal of her panties.

She started to move forward but Draco grasped her hips and breathed, “Let me look at you.”

His eyes devoured her body, making her feel both empowered and shy. Draco was the only lover who could make her feel like a wicked goddess and a chaste maiden.

Hermione returned his gaze and let her eyes roam from his face to his toes. There truly was not a flaw on Draco Malfoy. He was every bit the aristocrat and the only marring on his skin was the faint pink scars from Harry’s curse. One could only see them if they were looking for them.

His cock was already so hard she could see the veins pulsing with blood. Precum seeping from the tip, begging for her tongue.

She moved quickly enveloping his cock in the heat of her mouth before he could even register that she was on her knees. His arm reached for the bed post, steadying himself as she languished in the taste of him. She played, only for a minute, knowing that he wanted to be buried deep inside of her when he came. She stood slowly, licking her way up his taught stomach and chest finding his lips once again. He never cringed from the taste of himself like other men. Why should he? He tasted divine.

Draco turned them around so he could push Hermione onto her back. He moved them into the middle of the bed, his thigh settling into her wetness. She squeezed her muscles around his leg as he began to kiss her. She was trying to be patient. To let him love her. The ache between her legs nearly drove her mad during the times when he wanted to take things slowly.

But tonight was about him and he would satisfy her. He always did. He was making his way down her neck now, one hand already molded to her breast, fingering her erect nipple. His mouth soon covered the other nipple, his tongue dancing around increasing her arousal. Making her think of what his tongue feels like on her clit.

Draco spent some time lavishing each of her breasts and soon made his way to the juncture of her thighs. He knew his goddess was doing her best to restrain herself and he looked up and smirked at her as he pushed her thighs far apart. Her hands were already tangled in his hair awaiting his next move. She answered his smirk by tugging hard on his hair and narrowing her eyes. She didn’t want teased tonight.

His smirk grew into a wicked grin and began nipping at her thighs and abdomen, everywhere but her hot center.

“Dray…”

He loved it when she called him that. It was her name for him, in play and passion.

He rewarded her by plunging his tongue into her center. She let out a low groan and spread her thighs wider. He loved that she was bare. He liked being able to appreciate her flower in its entirety.

He lapped at her moisture before circling his tongue around her soft pink lips. Hermione shuddered, loving that this was his forte. He never missed an inch of her. He slowly worked his way to her clit nipping, licking and sucking until he felt her body begin to tense. He slowed his ministrations bringing her to the brink again and again but never letting her spill over into blissful orgasm. Tonight, she wasn’t coming unless it was with him.

Despite a dislike for teasing, Hermione loved when he controlled her body. Forcing her orgasm to wait until he was ready for it.

Draco pulled back and slid his hands up Hermione’s sides. He licked his lips before moving down to kiss her, knowing, like him, she relished in the taste of herself on her lover. He shifted and entered her while she was distracted by his dancing tongue. She arched her back into his entrance and flung her head back taking in a large breath. Draco moaned deeply stilling himself once he filled her. He wanted this to last.

He wanted her to be sure of his feelings.

Hermione began working her muscles, urging him to move. She knew he was ready. He was waiting for her to urge him on, like he always did.

At the slow contractions of her inner walls, Draco began to move. Their hips’ rhythms soon matched and he was able to look at her, watch her face flush with pleasure. Her lips parted, opening a gateway for the small mewls and moans escaping her throat. It never ceased to delight him that he was the cause of those sounds.

Hermione looked up at Draco. Usually she loved to watch him entering and exiting her, becoming transfixed by the sight. But tonight she watched his face as he watched hers. His cheeks were tinged pink and sweat was gleaming across the top of his forehead. The white blonde strands were now sticking up in multiple directions becoming the “fuck-me” style she loved. She had begged him on more than one occasion to wear his hair this way and that earned her a sneer of disgust because he would look as unkempt and poor as Potter.

She reached up and traced the line of his jaw flicking her thumb across his full lower lip. He pressed a kiss to the pad and lowered himself so their faces were even closer and their bodies were pressed together. He continued to move inside of her, wishing he could live in this intimacy with her for all of his days.

Hermione could feel Draco’s body tensing, her own responding to him with her clit now being stimulated by his pelvis pressing into her over and over again. His groans became more pronounced while her breaths became short, anticipating the waves of pleasure about to come crashing over them both.

Draco sped up his thrusts feeling the tell tale sign of pressure in his lower back and groin.

“Come with me. I need you to come with me.”

His chest rumbled against hers as he delivered his breathy command. Hermione’s lips parted and her body began to tense as her walls started contracting. Draco thrust into her as he came, the words I love you coming as a chant while he emptied himself in her heat.

She chorused his I love you’s with his name, “Draco, Draco, Dray I love you, I love you.”

He pressed his lips softly all around her face, tasting her sweat. Neither one moved for a long time, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away. He shifted them onto their sides and kept her body close to hers as his cock began to soften and slip away from her warmth. He held onto her as if she were the last ray of sunshine the earth would ever absorb.

The moment was fast approaching and if he didn’t move quickly he would never be able to overpower her.

Hermione looked up, with lidded eyes, tired, smug. “I knew you loved me.”

Draco smiled for an instant before the reality of what the next second entailed sunk into him.

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed as Draco whispered, eyes shining, “I’m so sorry.”

“Stupify!”

Hermione stilled completely, brows still furrowed in confusion.

Draco hurriedly dressed. He pulled the white sheet around Hermione and kissed her lips softly. He touched the note beside her bed and left the room, heading for the Room of Hidden Things.

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