Days Beyond

This is a sequel to One Last Night, so if you haven’t read it (and you’re up for some naughtiness,) you might want to catch up.

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Hermione awoke to a pounding noise. She thought the walls to her room were going to collapse upon her as it steadily got louder as she opened her eyes. Looking around she noticed something different about her room. For one, the bed hangings were gone, and the room itself seemed much larger than usual. Blinking her eyes into focus she noticed she wasn’t in HER room. Sitting bolt upright, immediately regretting it as the pounding shot daggers through her temples and behind her eyes. Grabbing her head and slowly leaning back she thought to herself, ‘what have I done?’

She heard the click of a door and knew instantly who it was. Closing her eyes and feigning sleep, holding her breath as if to appear almost dead, waiting for him to pass her by. She felt the couch dip beside her and then a soft hand caress her cheek.

“I know you’re awake, you can open your eyes” he whispered in her ear.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open to look upon the most angelic vision before her. Platinum blonde hair falling over those steel grey eyes that were penetrating her soul with the look he bestowed upon her.

“Here, drink this, you’ll feel much better” He handed her a small vile of potion before standing and walking towards the kitchen area.

Hermione downed the potion in one gulp, flashes from the night before assaulting her mind, as the pounding in her head decreased, another pulsing throb began between her legs reminding her exactly what had happened last night.

“Oh Gods” she whispered.

Draco stepped back over to the couch, sitting beside her once again. He handed her a piece of toast and some pumpkin juice.

“This should help your stomach. The hangover drought will ease the headache, but your stomach will still be upset”

“Thank you” she blushed embarrassingly as their fingers grazed each others.

Draco stood again and walked towards his bedroom before turning around to look over at the beautiful vision on the couch.

“I’ll see you down at breakfast Granger” and he closed his door.

“What am I gonna do?” She asked herself as she slowly trudged to her room. “I was so stupid last night, I can’t believe I did those things with Draco and… Oh Merlin. Ron and Harry!”

Grabbing her shower kit she headed to the bathroom to hopefully wash away the guilt that was currently pumping through her veins at such speed she thought she might just pass out.

Steadying herself against the wall she turned the shower head on full force as hot as her body would take it without scalding her skin.

Letting the water pour over her, the images that assaulted her brain were slowly driving her mad with guilt … and maybe even some slight pleasure. No, there was no turning back the clock and fixing what had happened last night. She needed to find a way to get past this. Her friendship with her two best friends was forever changed and she knew it was going to be extremely hard to look either of them in the face this morning. Memories of Ron’s thick shaft pumping into her mouth as Harry’s tongue danced across her nipples, STOP IT! She couldn’t stop the images flooded her brain. She quickly turned the shower to ice cold water, freezing the images, she sent them shattering away from her mind.

“Well, you made your bed, now you must lie in it” she told herself as she got ready for breakfast.

~*~

As she stepped out of the portrait hole to head downstairs the sight before her stilled her motions. There stood Ron and Harry waiting for her.

“Morning ‘Mione” Ron gave her his lopsided smile as he stepped forward and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“Ready for our last breakfast at Hogwarts?” Harry asked as he too stepped forward and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards the Great Hall.

Stunned, Hermione found her feet were taking their own path towards the Great Hall. Harry and Ron were laughing and talking as if last night had never happened. Had it been a dream? A strangely erotic dream? No, she knew damn well what happened last night was not a dream, not a figment of her over active, sexually driven imagination. So why is it that these two boys, whom she vividly remembered sucking off with great pleasure, were not acting as if it had ever happened? Maybe they were trying to spare her the embarrassment, that’s it. Wait, we’re talking about Ron and Harry, those who wore their hearts on their sleeves, the two boys who couldn’t look her in the eyes if they hadn’t finished their homework the previous evening, who couldn’t bear to tell her the truth about her never ending quest for S.P.E.W.

So why was it so easy for them to completely ignore the blatant fact that they had participated in an orgy last night????

As they stepped through the doors to the Great Hall and over to their regular seats at their table, she could feel a pair of eyes following her every move. It sent shivers up her spine. Not wanting to look at anyone right now, she calmly took her seat and began piling her plate with the amazing assortment of breakfast foods. That was one thing she would miss about Hogwarts, amongst several others, but the food was always spectacular, and never the same things.

She placed her bangers and mash on her plate, grabbed a couple of pastries and poured herself a generous glass of pumpkin juice before digging in. Ron & Harry were talking animatedly to Dean and Seamus about what they were planning on doing with their last summer off before looking into starting work in September. Hermione listened half heartedly as the shivers once again ran up her spine. Goosebumps broke out on her arms as her gaze slowly lifted from her plate to meet those beautiful grey eyes feasting upon her body.

Draco had caught her attention, finally. He’d been watching her since she entered the Great Hall with those two. Just seeing her gave him an instant hard on, remembering the events of last night as though he had a small pensieve in his mind, replaying every little detail down to the taste of her salty skin as he thrust into her body one last time before lowering his lips upon her spine.

Hermione watched the scene before her as if in slow motion. Draco’s gaze had glazed over for a moment before his eyes almost came to a close. She watched his hand drop below the table and gently squeeze his crotch before opening his eyes and penetrating her very soul with his look. Grabbing his cream filled pastry off his plate, never breaking eye contact with her, he brought the sweet confection to his mouth, biting gently into it as some of the cream dripped onto his chin. His soft pink tongue darted out of his mouth, licking up the sweet cream before disappearing back inside that tantalizing mouth of his.

Hermione stifled a moan at the action across the table. Squeezing her thighs together to quench the desire now seeping into her panties, closing her eyes briefly before deciding two can play that game. Her eyes darted to the left to check that the boys were not watching as she stabbed the banger on her plate. Bringing it slowly to her mouth, raising her eyes to catch the Slytherin’s gaze once again, she slowly slid the meat across the tip of her tongue before sliding it into her mouth and drawing it back out again as her lips caught the very end, not quite releasing it from her mouth. A few more strokes and she looked pointedly across the table, daring him to look away as she bared her teeth and bit gently on the warm sausage, her lips sucking the dripping juices before pulling it away from her mouth.

Draco dropped his fork as he watched her bite into the dark meat. He looked into those intense eyes and what he saw there only fueled his lust, open desire flickered in them. Sweat breaking out on his brow, his breath coming out in short pants as he quickly stood and strode out of the hall with a purpose.
He needed to find a bathroom and quickly. His erection was pressing painfully against his trousers, thank Merlin his robes were covering his evidence of arousal as he made his way around the corner and into the nearby bathroom. Locking the stall door he quickly released his throbbing cock and began fisting it up and down, reliving the images he had just watched in the Great Hall. Almost jealous of that inanimate object that she so wickedly had her lips wrapped around. It didn’t take long for his release as he grunted and spilled his seed over his fist. Letting out a sigh he cleaned himself up and decided it was time to go pack. The last thing he needed right now was to walk back into that hall and see those beautiful brown eyes upon him. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back; he would take her right there on the table in front of everyone, not caring what anyone thought. He made his way upstairs to pack his things for the long train ride home, and long it would definitely be with that luscious, sweet body trapped within that train for hours on end. He could feel himself hardening again at the thought. He quickened his pace to his room before he would allow any more thoughts enter his mind.

~*~

Hermione had watched Draco almost run out of the Great Hall. Knowing it was her fault, she allowed herself a small smile at the victory, for what he had done to her was just as bad. Sitting there with her friends, feeling her knickers completely drenched all because of him.

As breakfast ended Hermione told the boys to go pack as the train was leaving in an hour. She made her way back up to her common room to grab her things.

As she finished bringing down the last of her luggage she heard a faint moan from across the room. Intrigued, she stepped closer to the door from which the sound came.

Hermione, yess, oh whispered through the door.

‘Oh my’ she thought as she backed away from the door. Not seeing her luggage right behind her as she tripped and fell landing flat on her backside. Letting out a quick squeal as she landed.

The door in front of her whipped open at the sound and before her stood a sweating, god like figure wavering in the door way. His shirt was unbuttoned and his trousers were half hazardly pulled closed as he took in the sight of Hermione sprawled across the floor.

“Granger, what are you doing on the floor?” Knowing full well that she had probably heard him. It wasn’t like he remembered to put up a silencing charm in his haste to relieve himself once again to her image, hell, he’d barely had time to shut his door before his hand was in his trousers yet again, wanking off to the sweet image of her backside as she pushed back against him last night.

“Oh. . . I. . .tripped” She blushed four shades of red as she stood to gather her things and head for the portrait.

“Hermione, wait” Draco almost shouted as he watched her step towards the exit.

“Yes?” She answered without turning around, she couldn’t look into those eyes, they would be her down fall.

“I just wanted. . .to, uh, say. . .see you on the train” He failed, he couldn’t tell her what he was really wanting to say. He was a coward and he knew it.
“Yeah, okay” she mumbled and headed out of the portrait hole without a backward glance.

~*~

“Here’s an empty one, come on” Ron quickly opened the door for them and found a seat beside the window. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a chocolate frog and began unwrapping it.

“want one” he offered Harry.

Hermione sat down, nervous as hell at being in this cabin for the next four hours with these two. How is it that they still haven’t mentioned last night? They acted no differently than any other day and it really unnerved her.

“You know, technically I’m supposed to be riding in the Head’s car” she started.

“Oh come on ‘Mione, you can’t be serious, the school year is over, you can relax now” Ron whined.

“Ronald, don’t whine and yes, the school year is over however my duties as Head Girl do not end until the last student is off this train.” Hermione stated rather firmly.

“Well, try to come by before we get home, we can play Exploding Snap, okay?” Ron pleaded.

“I’ll see what I can do”

And with that Hermione gathered her belongings and trudged towards the head car, her stomach completely twisted in knots in anticipation of seeing Draco, alone, just the two of them.

Gathering all of her Gryffindor courage, her hand reached out to grab the handle to the Head’s car door when someone reached over her and pulled it open for her.

“Here, let me” came a whispered voice in her ear, causing her insides to completely melt into a puddle of desire, landing directly in the center of her knickers.

“Than…thank you” she choked out as she stepped inside the car.

Not wanting to turn and look at him she busied herself with stowing her luggage above the seats securely, probably taking more time than necessary.

The sexual tension in the car was building within seconds. Draco could smell her scent the minute he walked up behind her outside the door. Stopping before reaching around her, he slowly inhaled, reveling in the scent he had tasted just last night, and now, standing in this small space, surrounded by the intoxicating pheromone that was coming off her in waves. He could feel her desire as her chest rose and fell with shallow sips of air as she slowly turned to face the man before her, standing mere inches away from her.

Unable to resist the pull any longer she timidly reached for his face, placing both hands on the side of his head, her chin tilting up and reaching for those luscious lips that gave her such pleasure only hours ago. Tentatively brushing her lips against his, seeking entrance as her tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Pulling back and looking in his eyes, searching for any sign that this wasn’t what he wanted. Capturing her gaze, he flicked his wand at the door, locking it and putting up a silencing charm.

Her mouth sough his again, harder this time. His fingers twined with hers, making him lower her arms to guide them to his waist. She felt so good, he couldn’t touch enough of her. All of a sudden, she was in his arms and they were falling onto the bench seat. He’d nuzzled the hair away from her neck as he planted soft sweet kisses upon her skin. Inhaling her scent, his hand made it’s way down her shoulder, across her collar bone to finally land upon the lush mounds under her robes. Squeezing firmly as he took her mouth again, tongues fighting in a fierce battle of desire and want, neither wanted to concede, yet.

As Draco moved his hand to the buttons on her robe, her felt her hands moving up and down his back, gripping his backside and pulling him closer to her. Arching her back and bringing her groin in contact with his thigh, letting out a soft moan as he released her mouth and moved across her jaw to her ear and the sensitive spot behind it her whispered.

“Want you Granger, right now, have to have you” he pulled her earlobe into his mouth sucking before biting down on it as he felt her hips arch into him.

“Take me…Draco, fill my emptiness, quench my desire before I’m consumed in it, drowning in this feeling.” She panted as her hand made it’s way toward the front of his robes, pulling them aside to get to her prize. She could feel him on her thigh and it only made her more desperate to feel that inside of her once again. She was addicted to the feeling he brought her last night, she needed another fix. Just a hit to get her past this frenzied state she found herself in.

Draco pulled her robes apart. Pushed up her pink T-shirt to reveal her soft flat stomach, leaning in he delved his tongue into her belly button. His hands working the button on her jeans, sliding down the zipper, kissing his way lower until her reached the top of her knickers.

Chancing a glance back up at her, making sure before he went any further that is what she wanted. What he saw threw any hesitation he had thrown completely out the window. There she was, arching her back to meet his kisses, her bottom lip securely tucked between her teeth and her eyes fluttering into the back of head.

He shimmied her jeans down her legs, stopping only to inhale her scent once again. Her drenched knickers offering a very strong invitation. He pulled her jeans & panties completely off of her and quickly stepped out of his trousers, his hard on slapping against his stomach in anticipation for what would happen next.

Lowering himself he gently placed his hand behind her knee and pushed it to the side, exposing her velvet soft opening to him, glistening with her moisture. He buried his nose in the soft auburn curls where a stream of pure want spilled from her sweet pink slit. She was so wet, and all for him. He was losing any control he thought he had left. He opened her with soft kisses, her fingers raked through his hair, a deep guttural moan escaping her lips. Swiping her from bottom to the top, landing on her bud, flicking it several times before pressing it flat against his tongue as he pulled upwards, hearing her hiss with pleasure as she bucked against him. His palms flat against her hips, holding her in place so she wouldn’t throw him off of her. He couldn’t leave now, not now that he was in such heavenly bliss. Wrapping his lips around her nub he gently sucked, his fingers snaking their way inside her warmth, feeling her walls contracting slowly, pulling him in further until he found the sweet spot. Flicking his finger, teasing her sensitive spot with his tongue as he pleasured her beyond belief.

His name left her lips low and deep, full of lust and want. Undulating her hips to meet his fingers and mouth, Gods that mouth. It was driving her to the brink of insanity. All coherent thoughts left her mind as he brought her to an earth shattering orgasm with his mouth. Crying out his name as tears spilled from her eyes. A sheen of fresh orgasm-perspiration broke out across her body as she came down from her orgasmic high.

Unable to wait any longer, completing his task he set out to do, he crawled up her body and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss as he lined up his length with her now dripping core. In one thrust he was fully sheathed to the hilt. Swallowing her moans as he plundered her almost savagely, taking her as she had near begged him to do only moments ago. Bodies slapping against one another as she met him thrust for thrust. She felt the now familiar sensation of the tightness behind her core as he continued to pleasure her. Her grip tightened on his shoulders as she felt the climax reach it’s peak, screaming out his name as she came hard.

Tilting her head back, her neck exposed, Draco attacked her soft white skin with his teeth, marking her.

“Your mine now” He whispered into her ear, gently sucking on her lobe as he had done with her nub.

He felt her body shiver underneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. She couldn’t stand it, the pleasure was so profound. She let her voice go. No shame, there was no way she could hold back now. He was stroking her with a lazy rhythm, making her beg for him to go faster, deeper, devour it, just hit it. Each thrust touched her sweet spot, only to be pulled back again, teasing her. She gripped his waist harder on his last thrust, pulling him and keeping him deep inside her and she writhed beneath him, arching to hit the spot at the same time grinding her clit into his pelvis.

Groaning into her neck as she held him prisoner between her legs, feeling her grind against him. He couldn’t take it any longer. He could feel her walls milking him as she came again. The wondrous release spilled deep within her core. She rode it out clinging to his back with her nails.

His eyes closed, breathing hard he relaxed his body and fell limply onto her.
She welcomed the pressure as her release calmed throughout her body. Her breath coming out in short quick pants, she stroked his now glistening back with her fingers, willing herself to relax.

Feeling the cold air hit her body she realized that he had pulled off of her and was now standing, pulling on his trousers. Not looking at her as he picked up her jeans and panties, handing them to her.

“Thanks” she whispered, not looking up.

The room was filling with the deafening awkward silence between the two lovers. Yes, lovers, what else can you call two people who just finished their second round of sexual feasting.

Once Draco was completely put back together he chanced a glance over at Hermione, who was sitting across from him nervously biting her lip again, ‘Gods, that’s so hot’.

“Look, Gran. . . Hermione” he started. “I really don’t know what you’re thinking but, if I may, that was bloody brilliant and I really would like it if we could, uhm. . .do that again, maybe, soon”

Hermione burst out laughing. “Right now? Damn Malfoy, er, Draco, I never realized you had it in you”

He knew she was teasing him, he didn’t care, it definitely lightened the mood in the car.

Moving from his seat across from her, he sat down beside her and took her hand in his.

“I want you to come visit me this summer while I’m away, would you do that?” Draco asked the question that had been on his mind since he left her satisfied body on the couch last night. Once he had been inside of her he couldn’t stand to be away from her. A primal instinct took over and he wanted her with him, no one else. He had taken the one thing from her that she could only give to someone once, and she had given it to him.

“Are you asking me. . . to. . . be with you?” Completely blind sided by his question, she felt her insides roiling with confusion. She had given her virginity to the last person on earth she had thought of, okay, not the LAST, he was in her nightly dreams, or fantasies shall I say. She had thought about him taking her again and again in the privacy of her own room at night as she pleasured herself with her hand. Never had she expected something to come of it. But now that she thought of it, it was something she wanted, deep down inside of her, well hidden from those who knew her too well for their own good. Those who would persecute her for her thoughts, look down upon her, hell, lock her up in St. Mungo’s in the insanity ward.

“Well, that is, if you would like to. I’d very much like it if you would be with me. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Ever since that day in third year when you landed that slap across my face, my skin has yearned for another one of your touches. I’ve thought about you a lot this past year as well, being so close to you every day and not being able to touch you the way I wanted to, it nearly drove me over the edge. Especially having to share a bathroom with you, knowing that on the other side of the door, you were in that shower, completely naked. I’ve lost count to how many nights I’ve laid in my bed thinking of you” Draco caught her gaze, trying to show her exactly how he felt.

“Oh” she let out in a breathy sigh.

He leaned in and captured her lips once again in a soft tender kiss, pouring all his heartfelt emotions into it. Relenting she fell forward into his arms, completely surrendering to his touch.

“I’d like that very much Draco” She pulled away from him and clasped his hand.

"I have one question though" She asked him.

"Why is it that Harry and Ron don't acknowledge what happened last night? For some reason you remember quite clearly, but they act as if they have no clue"

A grin appeared on the Slytherin's face.

"Well, I really couldn't handle having Potter and Weasley lusting after my girl, so I, kinda, obliviated them after they passed out"

"You didn't" She exclaimed, although deep down she was very thankful.

"And what made you so sure I was going to be your girl?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way" He smiled as he kissed her again.

As the hours whiled away they sat together in each others arms, just kissing and caressing, forgetting about the world around them as they fell deep within each others souls.

TBC...
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A/N: Okay gang, I actually cranked this puppy out in one afternoon so if it sucks, sorry :(
I want to take this further as I am now a dramione slave and want nothing more than to continue these two.
Please review and let me know what you think. Don't be chicken, just hit the button and let it go.