Mistaken Identities

Hermione watching the naked man bouncing on the bed, face twitching in the effort to restrain her laughter. She had never realized how incredibly funny a bouncing, naked man looked. Or really, one particular part of him. Quietly, she aimed her wand at the ceiling. Now it was high enough that Draco wouldn't knock himself unconcious in his exuberant bounces.

"Tell me again why this is so appealing?" She asked dryly.

"I've been wanting to do this since I was six. This is great!" He bounced in a circle before collapsing next to her in a heap. In a flash, he was on top of her, kissing her madly up the neck and across her face. Then he was on his knees, almost wiggling in excitement. "Why didn't you?" Hermione said, giggling.

"Malfoy's behave a certain way. Period. End of discussion. If I'd gone around bouncing on beds at Hogwart's some over eager Slytherin would have tattled and I never would have heard the end of it." He stood and started bouncing again.

"You know what else I want to do?" He didn't wait for her answer before barreling on. "I want to get in a bar brawl. Yeah! And fight with my hands! Or, or running in public. And I want chocolate! No more of this tiny sliver of fudge make by one-legged monks in the snow on the highest mountaintop nonsense. Oh no. The fakest, sweetest chocolate. So sweet it rots out your teeth. AND..." Draco paused dramatically, "I want to cut my hair." He collapsed by her side again and this time he seemed inclined to stay.

"One-legged monks? Tell me that's not for real." Hermione managed to squeeze out after she had finished laughing at his outburst.

"It was always some such nonsense or another." Draco replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Well, I don't know about the bar brawl but we can probably arrange the rest of it. Are you sure you want to cut your hair? It looks pretty good long. Of course, you look like a snobby prat." She purred the insult at him.

"I am a snobby prat. But, no worries, I'm sure I'll still be one when I get a haircut from this century." He winked at her as she said and Hermione burst into another fit of laughter.

"Shall we go then?" She replied, feeling reluctant to leave the bed but the list of things to do seemed to be growing.

"Hmm, that depends." He leered at her, biting her gently on her shoulder.

"On what?" She replied, her voice more breathless than she wanted. He smiled and moved his mouth over her collarbone and down over the slope of her breasts. Her nipples were already rigid in expectation and the warm, sandy lap of his tongue shot straight to her core. "Don't... don't you ever get tired." She managed to squeeze out.

"No." And then one finger slid over her swollen nub and inside her.

"Good." Hermione whispered and then reached her hand out to stroke his erection. His breath caught and he shuddered. He removed his hand and she made a small pout of disappointment. He only laughed in response and placed himself between her legs. He pressed himself inside and paused, looking at her intensely.

"What?" Hermione said, suddenly unsure. Though about what she was unsure about wasn't clear to her.

"You're just, you feel incredible." Draco hummed in her ear before he started moving. Slow to start then faster and more sure. Hermione mewled and lifted her hips in time to meet his. The fire began to build inside her fiercely. She scratched her nails up his back and sucked one earlobe into her mouth, nibbling gently. He let out a ragged breath and somehow picked up the pace. At the same time, he slid one hand between them and increased the friction over her sensitive nub. The difference in tempos between her two most sensitive spots sent Hermione over the edge and she screamed her pleasure as she came.

"That's a way to start the morning." Draco rumbled in her ear. Hermione laughed and bit his shoulder.

"That's an understatement if ever I heard one." She replied, satisfied with the teeth indentations she has made in his smooth, pale skin.