We Can Work It Out

All Hermione could think was ‘Oh, thank MERLIN!’ when his lips touched hers. The past two months had been absolute blissful torture. She felt that by sleeping with Draco she had opened a Pandora’s box of feelings that she would never be able to close and she had also finally recognized what so many women before her had been able to see: he was sex on legs. Before, she hadn’t even noticed. When they first began their friendship she had been so smitten with Ron she barely noticed any other male as a sexual being. When that had ended, she had lumped him into the same category as Harry for so long that she just continued to think of him in the same way. She knew he was devilishly good looking, but it was like knowing your brother was a heart throb. She was proud of him, but not necessarily attracted to him. Most of the men she dated were very attractive as well, but like Zabini, they all tended to be darker complected. She’d found Ron’s freckles and red hair to be captivating and mesmerizing. The few blonde men she had dated she’d found to be slightly dull looking to her. They just looked washed out or their hair was bleached and thus they were typically vain as well.

Draco’s pale skin was utterly beautiful, especially in the moon light . She loved looking at the contrast in their skin tones when they entwined with one another at night. That was another thing. She’d slept in his bed before their arrangement, but it had always felt like the slumber parties she had with Ginny and Luna or the camping she did with Harry during their horcrux hunt. Now, her favorite guilty pleasure was coming back to their bedroom at night and curling up together in the middle of his ostentatious bed. She loved waking up surrounded by his masculine scent and she loved the way their bodies fit together. The protective way he held her at night made her feel beautiful and cherished. So did the erection he nightly ground into her backside as they lay spooned together. He was always up before her and she was glad because it gave her enough time to compose herself before he came back in the room and saw how lust-filled her eyes were. More then once she’d considered pulling down his boxers and sliding herself onto the wonderful taunting organ. He probably wouldn’t even wake up. She often wondered if he normally had this many sexual dreams and she wondered if she ever had a starring role in them.

He certainly wasn’t asleep right now and neither was she. The past two weeks she had felt like a veela in heat and now she had a gorgeous male specimen in front of her who obviously had felt the same biological urges that she had. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, using the leverage to pull herself up to his height. His tongue demanded entrance and she opened up to him, welcoming the invasion and replying with an onslaught of her own. Reaching up she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor, never breaking their kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp at the sensitive part near the base of his skull and he almost bent her over backwards in his effort to deepen their kiss even more.

Tired of standing on her tip toes and needing more contact with him, she jumped up and wrapped her legs about his waist, earning her a grunt of pleasure. Finally, she tore her mouth away from his to kiss his nose, eyelids, forehead and brow. He began sucking and nibbling on her neck, finding that one spot that turned her brain into mush, making her throw her head back to give him better access. His teeth bore down into her skin and she knew she would likely have a bruise afterwards. She licked the shell of his ear before sucking the lobe between her teeth and giving a gentle tug spoke through her teeth, “Couch…now!”

Without even looking, Draco swung them around and headed for the Louis XIV sofa, tripping over the coffee table in the process. He twisted so that as he fell, it was his back that hit the ornate couch. He leaned up to try to kiss her again, Hermione’s delicate hands ripped his shirt from the waist band of his pants, making buttons pop everywhere as she ripped it from the bottom up. Next, she pulled her tunic style sweater over her head and threw it across the room. Draco’s hands immediately came up and cupped her breasts, kneading them in his large hands and she groaned.

She attacked his mouth again as he reached around behind her and opened her bra. Her breasts felt full and heavy from her pregnancy and her nipples were overly sensitive. They hadn’t actually grown yet, but when his thumbs brushed across the hardened peaks, she arched her back like a cat and he caught them in his mouth.

“Draco,” she gasped as he suckled her like a vacuum, his hands moving along her rib cage, coming down to cup her bum and shove her heated core against the warmth of his engorged sex.

“Wanted…this…so long…so beautiful,” were the broken phrases coming from his mouth as he sucked at each breast in turn before coming back to his favorite spot on her neck.

Hermione pushed him off and stood up, removing first her tight denim trousers and then ripping open the belt on his and forcing them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock waved free in the slight chill of the room and he tried to reach for her, but she pushed on his stomach and he leaned back. When her mouth encompassed his man hood and she pushed him all the way back in her throat, she thought he was going to jump into the air. She sucked greedily and massaged the underside of him with her tongue.

“Fuck, Hermione!” he shouted and she felt an intense amount of pride at the desperation in his voice as his hips jerked of their own accord upwards towards her face. She sneaked a glance up and saw his face was red with perspiration dripping down the sides and his eyes were closed. He shot out his hand pulled her up by the hair, making her release his cock with a ‘pop’. “I want to come inside you,” he whispered.

Not a second later, he had ripped her black lace panties at the sides and she had crawled up over him. He tried to position her hips, but she removed his hands and without looking, she impaled herself on him with a guttural moan. It had been two and half months since she’d last had sex and about six months before that, so she wasn’t exactly stretched out. Her muscles strained in protest but she welcomed the ecstasy of the pain. Her man was definitely a big one and he felt perfect.

She didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath or adjust before she began riding him. She’d been teased for so long she was going to get what she wanted. Leaning forwards she captured his lips once again and moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth and mimicked the invasion his cock was giving her in her lower orifice. Her hips swiveled as she ground herself against him and she thought she heard him half whimper. Pulling back, she stared down into his pale grey eyes as they gazed up at her in glee, lust and wonder. She smiled at him before arching her back, letting him hit that perfect spot inside her as she undulated over him. His hips jerked upwards, desperate to get deeper inside her.

At last she felt the sweet torture begin to build as she continued to move over him, her pussy making lewd wet noises as it hugged and stroked his penis. She was panting loudly and not caring as her movements became more jerky and uncontrolled. The walls of her sex began to flutter and she rasped out his name as she came.

Before she could come down, he was sitting up, clutching her to him as he moved upwards into her channel. It only took a few deep thrusts before he came, shouting her name and some incoherent babble as his release sprayed all over her already filled womb.

They lay there covered in perspiration, Hermione perfectly sated and so exhausted, she couldn’t move. Draco was still inside of her, but his softening member was threatening to slip out. Lifting her to look at him, she gave a light squeeze with her vaginal muscles and he grabbed her face and kissed her. When he pulled back, he had a queer look on his face.

“What is it, love?” she asked, concerned. She didn’t even notice the term of endearment she’d used on him so many times before.

“Your face when you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” he stated as he stared intently into her eyes.

She laughed and laid her head to rest on his chest to hide her blush. “We should do this more often,” she ventured, unsure of what she was asking from him.

He laughed and her cheek vibrated with the force of it as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “Oh, I intended to whether you wanted to or not after this.”

She playfully hit his arm and let her eyes close. He stood and kicked himself out of his trousers and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. As they made slow, lazy love again on their bed before having dinner brought up to them, Hermione wondered exactly how much trouble her hormones could get her into.

A/N- Next chapter, we see the reemergence of their friends. Thank you so much to everyone who reviews!

A/N 2- After several requests, I’ve decided to start on a Veela fic. Do you guys want a fluffy veela fic or should I have dark Draco make an appearance? I feel I could make a plausible story line out of both.

Cheers!
G.C.