Bad Romance - Time

Draco entered their room in the shack first and Hermione watched as, still holding her hand, he dropped their things on the floor and pulled his wand out of his cloak. He pointed it at the couch and Hermione watched as the couch soon changed into a bed. A very large bed with a iron bar frame.

He turned his head and his eyes burned into hers. ‘Are you sure?’

Hermione frowned, why was he asking again? She’d made her mind up. It was almost like her was giving her repeated chances to back out, if she wanted. Was that what he wanted? Did he want her to change her mind?

‘Are you ready?’ she decided to ask him.

‘Me?’ he asked, confused.

She nodded. ‘If you don’t want to I can go-’

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he said and tugged on her hand, bringing her body into contact with his. He then took the hand he was holding and placed it over the front of his trousers. ‘Does it feel like I’m ready?’ he asked against her ear, He pressed her palm firmer against himself. ‘Believe me, Hermione, I’ve never been more ready.’

Hermione’s breath caught in her chest. He seemed so hot, she thought to herself. Hot and hard and... and big!

Draco moved his head so his lips where rubbing against her neck. Hermione shivered at the contact and felt him rock his hips against her hand. She tried to get a grip around him but he suddenly moved back and took a step away from her.

Hermione looked at him, a question in her eyes as she watched him remove his cloak and then sit in the bed, watching her.

Draco smirked at her and the kicked his shoes off. His silver eyes never left her face.

‘Strip!’ he said clearly.

‘Wh-what?’

‘Strip,’ he repeated. ‘Remove your clothes.’ His smirk got bigger. ‘All of them.’

Hermione swallowed. She stood frozen. She knew that he’d see her naked eventually, that was the whole idea, after all. But to have herself remove her clothes, in broad daylight, with him watching her with that hungry look on his face made her nervous.

‘Come on, Ganger,’ he taunted. ‘Where’s your Gryffindor pride?’

That did it, which she knew was his intent. She would show him Gryffindor pride, she thought and removed her cloak.

Her fingers them removed her Gryffindor tie and she let it fall on the floor, on top of her cloak. Her small fingers then reached for the top buttons on her blouse and she hoped that Draco couldn’t she her fingers tremble.

One by one her fingers removed her buttons and she watched Draco’s face as he watched her. When all the buttons where free she took the blouse off. The light breeze that came in from the open window cooled her skin and sent goose-bumps running along her smooth skin. Hermione was sure that Draco noticed everyone, he was looking at her that closely.

‘Carry on!’ he demanded and the tone of voice he use. The arrogant, commanding voice, did something to her insides. As she slipped off her shoes and knee high socks Hermione realised that she was drenched. Her knickers were soaking and as soon as she removed her skirt he would be able to tell.

Taking a deep breath she undid the zip on the side of her school skirt and let it fall to her feet.

Draco’s eyes looked her over repeatedly. Hermione was sure that he took note of ever battle scar, every freckle and every hair.

‘Turn around!’

Hermione didn’t think to question him, she just did as she was told. She turned slowly on the spot.

When she was facing him again she noticed that he was now stood up. He raised an eyebrow at her and Hermione knew what he wanted. Her hands went to the back fastening of her bra and within seconds that had joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

‘And the knickers,’ he said.

Hermione counted to five in her head, to calm herself down, and then slipped them off. She was now stood completely naked in front of Draco Malfoy. He was the first man to see her so.

His eyes burned her skin where they looked. He left a trail of fire over her face, throat, breasts, stomach and pubic area. There his eyes stopped.

Hermione might not seem like she took pride in her appearance but she did. Making sure that she shaved regular and she always used lotions after bathing. She also liked to keep her private area neat and trim.

She watched as Draco then started to strip off his own clothes. In a matter of minutes he was just as naked as she and Hermione couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He was gorgeous! His skin was unblemished and he looked firm and slightly buff, she thought with a smile.

He was also huge! She saw and her brown eyes widened. There was no way that was going to fit! He’d rip her in two!

She heard his chuckle as he moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her.

‘Don’t panic,’ he said softly.

‘Draco, you are massive!’

He laughed. ‘Why, Miss Granger, thank you for that boost to my ego...’

Hermione shook her head and placed her hands on his shoulders. ‘No, Draco, I don’t think that it’ll work-’

‘Trust me,’ he whispered and kissed her. ‘It’ll work.’

Hermione was about to speak when his tongue slipped past her lips and started to dance with her own.

She was lost then... In the magic of his kisses.

His hands seemed to be touching her everywhere. They skimmed over her arms, shoulders back and then slid up her torso. He cupped her left breast and she arched her back, wanting more.

Draco moaned into her mouth and closed his hand over her. He squeezed and got a feel for her. His finger and thumb then found her nipple and he pinched it gently. Hermione let out a little breathy sigh and then he pinched harder which had her gasping.

Draco broke apart from their kiss and went straight for her nipple, taking it into his mouth as his hand found the other one.

He sucked and stroked and Hermione moaned, feeling like she would never get enough.

Draco bit and nibbled at her breast and then moved his mouth over to her other one and gave that the same attention.

Hermione moaned and her hands raked down his naked back. Draco’s hand left her breast and he tickled his fingers down her torso until he reached her thigh. He gripped her upper thigh and urged her close, lifting her leg.

Hermione wrapped one leg around Draco’s and clung to him for balance. ‘More, Draco...’ she urged.

He lifted her and as his mouth found hers again he carried her over to the bed and lowered her down on to it. He lent above her and moved his mouth over her cheek, neck, chest and belly.

Everywhere he kissed, every bit of skin he touched, felt like it was on fire. He was burning her.

‘You. Are. Stunning,’ he whispered against the skin of her stomach. ‘I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to do this.’

Hermione couldn’t reply, she couldn’t find her voice.

His lips went further down and it wasn’t until Hermione felt his breath against her that she realised what he was going to do.

‘Merlin, Draco!’ she cried out when his lips touched her centre.

‘I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’ve wanted to taste you so much.’ The murmuring of his words sent shivers to her toes.

Her hands reached out to the side and she gripped the bed clothes as Draco gripped her thighs and feasted on her.

Hermione’s mind was reeling and she couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t think at all, all she could do was feel.

He kept running his tongue down the length of her. He’d flick and tease her clit before entering her and stretching her. Hermione had never felt pleasure like it.

‘Please...?’ she mumbled.

‘Please what?’ Draco asked, she could hear the smile in his voice.

‘Please... I need.. It’s...Please?’ she couldn’t form a sentence.

‘What is it, baby? he asked as he entered a finger inside her. He pumped it in and out, once, twice and then he added another finger.

‘Ahhhhhh....’ she groaned.

‘Do you this?’ he asked, looking up at her from between her thighs. ‘Look at me and tell me how much you’re enjoying this, Hermione.’

Again he spoke in a demanding tone and after she sorted out inside her mind just what it was he wanted she opened her eyes and looked at him.

‘Tell me!’

‘Draco... I-’

‘Do you like it?’

She nodded her head.

‘What do you like?’

‘You -you...’

‘Me what?’

‘Yo- you inside me?’

He smiled. ‘My tongue?’ he bent and licked at her pussy. ‘My fingers?’ He continued thrusting them inside her.

Hermione nodded her head, almost franticly.

‘What about my cock? Do you reckon you’ll like that inside you?’

Hermione shivered in pleasure at his words.

‘Well?’

Again she nodded her head. Unable to say the words.

‘Do you want it? My cock, thrusting deep inside you?’

She nodded her head.

Draco moved back up her body but kept his fingers inside her. ‘Tell me, Baby, I want to hear you say it. Tell me?’

Hermione bit her lip. She stared into his eyes and shivered at the possessive look she saw in the dark silver depths.

I - I want... I want you - your cock inside me.’

He smiled and removed his fingers.

Hermione gasped and bit her lip harder, waiting. She wondered if she should have warned him but then shook the thought from her head, no, he’d already know... He must know she hadn’t... There was only Ron and that hadn’t lasted long enough for things to progress that far.

Draco bent his head and kissed her. One hand took hold of one of hers and reached down. He placed her hand on his cock.

‘Feel that?’ he asked. ‘Feel how hard I am for you? You make me want you so much...’

Hermione ran her small hand up and down his long length, allowing a little bit of fear to creep into her. Her fingers couldn’t even close fully around it!

‘Enough!’ Draco growled. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it and them placed her arm around his neck.

‘Hold on tight, baby,’ he whispered as he positioned himself at her entrance. ‘I’m gonna take you on the ride of your life.’

He plunged into her and Hermione tensed and cried out at the sudden burning pain. Merlin, it hurt!

‘Hermione?’ Draco froze above her, his cock throbbing to the hilt inside of her.

A tear escaped the corner of her eye and Hermione could taste blood where she had bit her lip.

‘Baby...baby? I’m sorry.’ Draco’s hands cradled her head and he kissed away the tear. ‘I didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone slow.’

‘I thought you knew...’ she whispered. The pain was now a dull ache... and something else.

Draco shook his head. ‘Weasley?’

Hermione looked into his worried eyes. ‘No.’

He took a deep breath and bent his head to kiss her cheek, then the other. He kissed her head, then each eye and the her lips, all softly. As if cherishing her.

‘Thank you...’ he whispered.

He lifted his head up and looked at her. Hermione looked at his concerned, worried face and realised that she was deeply in love with Draco Malfoy.

He was so misunderstood. By everyone but her. Here he was, cock buried deep within her and because she was in pain, he had stopped to kiss her tears away. And then thank her. The Draco Malfoy she had though she’d known, the Draco Malfoy who use to call her a mud-blood would never had stopped. He wouldn’t had put other’s needs before his own. Or so she had thought.

She smiled at him. And wiggled a little bit. That something else was starting to feel good.

‘Merlin’s pants, baby! Don’t do that yet, I don’t want to hurt you.’

Her smile grew bigger and she wiggled again. ‘But I’m not in pain any-more, Draco.’

His eyes flashed and then he grinned. ‘Really?’ He pulled out of her a little bit and then back in. ‘How’s that?’

Hermione had bit her lip at the pleasure. ‘Mmmm more...’

‘Whatever you want.’ He moved inside her again.

‘Ohhh, yes!’

At the sound of her moans and gasps he started to move quicker.

Hermione could feel him stretching her and with every movement she felt pleasure like she hadn’t felt before.

Being the book worm that she was Hermione, had of course, read up about the act of sex. She knew that a girl’s first time wasn’t meant to be pleasurable. It was suppose to hurt and be uncomfortable.

But after the initial penetration, and now that the pain had worn off, all she could feel was pleasure.

Her mind was hazy with it and her fingertips seemed to tingle. She wasn’t aware that every gasp and moan she heard were all coming from herself.

‘You’re so tight and hot. You feel wonderful.’

‘Ahhhhh...’ was the reply she could give him.

Draco’s thrusts quickened. And quickened again. Something was building up inside of her and Hermione felt like she was going to explode!

‘Dra- Draco!’ she gasped.

‘Just hold on,’ he told her. He reached in between them with a hand and started to rub at her aching clit. Hermione gasped and was lost!

She felt Draco quicken his pace again and then he was growling and gasping as he shot his seed inside her. He kept thrusting, her body milking him of his essence and then he collapsed on top of her. His hands coming around her and holding her to him.

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Draco looked down at Hermione, lying in a tangle of sheets on the bed, transfigured out of the old couch. Her hair was in wild disarray, tangles of it streaming out around her head and covering her shoulders. She really did have a lot of hair. And it was longer then it’d ever been.

Her breathing was soft and regular, telling him that she still slept. He wasn’t surprised, he bet she was exhausted. He knew he was. But he’d been unable to sleep, not soundly anyway. He’d doze for a while and then a owl hooting had woken him up and now he found himself slightly restless - and worried.

He’d just took Hermione Granger’s virginity. He was still in a state of shock. For some bizarre reason he had always though that she and Weasley had - well that Weasley had been her first. Tonight he’d found out he was wrong. He’d known she wasn’t very experienced and he hadn’t wanted to rush her into anything, knowing that she was shy... but he hadn’t been expecting that it was more then shyness.

What was he to do now? Things were too serious between them. He kept having to remind himself that this was all suppose to be a bit of harmless fun, but he’s feelings where getting to deep. And so were hers, he thought. They must be if she had let him take her virginity.

How was he going to leave Hermione and go to America when he had trouble leaving her just to go to Divination?

But he wouldn’t think of that now, he told himself. Not when Hermione was looking so sweet and inviting. He walked over to the bed and not taking his eyes off her he crawled in besides her.

He’d think about it tomorrow, he told himself and he moved closer to her and began to kissed her awake.

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In the early hours of the morning Hermione found herself creeping into her dorm and sneaking into her bed.

She knew she would have questions to answer tomorrow. She had been missing for the whole afternoon. Hermione knew she wasn’t lucky enough to have escaped unnoticed. She just hoped that Ginny had been too concerned with Professor Lynch to notice her.

Merlin, she’d never be able to explain what she had just been doing. A slow smile crept onto her face as she lay on her bed an thought about Draco. He had been so tender and sweet, especially when he’d found out about the extent of her lack of experience. She bit her lip, remembering the concern on his face.

She was glad, she thought, that she had waited. It had been like she had been waiting for Draco.

And she was in love with him! She hug that thought to herself as she fell asleep.

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A/N; This is the first time I've wrote a 'proper' sex scene so I hope I did it justice ;) Please leave a review letting me know what you think of the story so far... and to all those who have reviewed so far, thank you so much :D xx