STOLEN KISSES

Chapter Eleven


The day of their ‘date’ finally arrived. It was arranged to meet in their room about ten that night. Hermione was feeling restless the whole day, looking forward to that night. It was getting harder to hide her feelings for Draco when they were around other people. She wanted him, all of him, and she planned on having him tonight.

She finally gave up on showing any interest in the book she was reading and went to soak in the bath, adding a liberal dose of her favorite bubble bath to the water. The scent of vanilla lay heavy in the air as Hermione lay back buried up to her neck in foamy bubbles. Her hands roved over her body under the water, imagining his hands on her instead. They lay flat on her stomach, then moved up to cup her breasts, lingering on the puckered nipples from her fingers. Her hand went down her sides and to her legs to move inwards onto the insides of her thighs and back up, not quite touching where she most wanted to be touched right now.

It was about an hour before the time to meet when Hermione entered their room. She needed to get a few things ready before he was to come. She set about her tasks quickly and looked around the room. It was ready. She smiled to herself as she slowly started to undress.

Draco made his way to the library clutching a slim box in his robe pocket. When he entered the room it was to see a bed in place of the couch, the fire blazing in the hearth. What got his attention the most was Hermione laying in the bed on her side facing him, her head resting on her raised hand. The covers were pulled up covering her chest, her body clearly outlined beneath them. Her hair flowed over her naked shoulders as she looked up at him.

“Are you going to stand there all night Draco, or are you going to join me?” She smiled warmly.

He slipped the robe off as he walked closer to the bed the gift box still in his hand. “Hermione.” He sat down beside her. “You are so beautiful.” As he ran his fingers over her bare shoulder.

She shivered at his touch then pulled his hand to bring him closer. “Draco, kiss me.” She said as she raised her head to reach for his mouth.

Draco’s eyes heated at the invitation she was giving him. “I will ... but first I got you something.” He handed her the box with the pink ribbon. “Happy Valentine’s Day Hermione.”

“Draco, you didn’t have to.” She said as she untied the ribbon carefully. She opened the box slowly to see a gold chain with a heart pendant. She lifted the chain carefully and looked closer at the heart to see a dragon etched into the gold. “It’s beautiful.” She exclaimed.

“Here.” He took it out of her hands. “Let me help you put it on.” His arms went around her neck to secure the clasp at the back of her neck. He leaned over, his lips not quite touching hers. “Hermione .... did you mean what you said last week?”

She brought her hand up to the side of his face as she looked into the grey depths of his eyes. “Yes. I meant it. I love you Draco Malfoy.”

He lay down beside her, his one hand under her head, the other pulling her covered body against his. “I love you too Hermione.” As his mouth descended to her waiting lips. They lay side by side, their kisses slow and soft at first.

Hermione moved her hand up to undo the buttons of his shirt so she could touch him, feel his warm skin against her palms. Once completely undone, she slipped her hand inside the now open shirt to glide over to his back as she pressed her body closer to his.

He caressed her lips with his tongue as his hand slipped under the blanket, skimming his hand down her bare back, then back up again.

Hermione moved her hand down to press her palm against his erection. She pulled her lips away from his. “Draco, you have too many clothes on.” She said huskily, smiling as she kissed his neck.

He stood up and slipped the shirt off his shoulders as he looked into her eyes. He didn’t look away as he stepped out of his pants, standing in just his boxers. “Are you sure Hermione?” He asked.

She flipped the corner of the covers down invitingly, showing she was completely naked under the blanket. “Very sure.”

He devoured her with his eyes as he slid his boxers off , seeing the same look in her eyes. He crawled onto the bed and lay beside her again, Hermione pressing her body to his. As their bodies touched fully skin to skin for the first time, they both moaned at the contact as their mouths met again.

His knee bent up between her legs as he pressed her back into the mattress, his erection pressing into her hip. His mouth moved down to her neck as he nibbled his way up and down the slender column of skin, his hand at her waist. He leaned up to look at her as his hand went to the side of her face, his fingers lightly skimming her skin. His thumb ran along her swollen kissed lips, a shiver going though him as her tongue flicked out to touch him.

His fingers grazed down her chin to her neck, going down the center of her chest to her navel. He traced lazy circles around her stomach, making her stomach muscles twitch at his touch. His eyes followed the path of his hand as it moved up her side then to her breast. His fingers circled around the swell of her breast, slowly moving inwards until her reached the pebbled peak.

Hermione’s breathing hitched as he lightly pinched the nipple, and arched her back up, letting out a low moan. He leaned over to replace his fingers with his mouth as his hand crept lower down her stomach.

He teased her with his tongue as he licked the nipple then blew on it, watching it pucker up even more. Her hand slipped between their bodies to wrap her fingers around his cock. He moaned then took her nipple into his mouth, sucking the nub into his mouth, while his hand slid past the soft curls to her velvety folds.

She clutched the sheet at her side, as she spread her legs wider for him. He had moved to her other nipple as his long fingers went up and down her cleft, spreading her juices over her. “You are so wet.” He groaned as he slipped deep inside of her.

She raised her hips. “Draco.” She moaned as she bent her head back against the pillows.

He pulled his finger back, letting his thumb rub against her clit, then plunged his finger back in. As his fingers worked their way in and out of her, his wet lips moved down her body. He delved his tongue into her navel as she gripped his upper arm.

He shifted to kneel between her legs as he nipped the front of her hip, licking the bite then moved his lips lower. He leaned closer and lightly blew on her clit. She groaned as she raised her hips towards him, the sheets being pulled up at her sides as she clutched them in her fists.

He felt her take a shuddering breath as his tongue explored her velvety folds, swirling around her clit to finally plunge deep inside of her over and over again. She wrapped her leg around his back as her fingers went into his hair. He placed his mouth over her lips as he lightly sucked, flicking his tongue against her.

She drew in a ragged breath. “Higher .... please.” She begged as she tugged on his hair.

He smiled against her as he swirled his tongue around her clit, while he sunk his finger inside of her. He used broad strokes with his tongue against her clit as she writhed beneath his mouth.

“Gods ...... Draco.” She groaned, her panting breaths filling the room.

He wrapped his lips around her clit as he suckled the swollen nub into his mouth, his tongue flicking insistently against it. Her body started to tremble against his mouth and hands, as she cried out his name. Her hips raised and her inner muscles clenched around his finger, clutching him as her climax claimed her body.

He slowly made his way up her body, leaving a wet trail from his lips, up to her neck. Her arms went around his back as he nibbled onto her neck, his lower body pressed against hers as his forearms rested on either side of her head.

“Draco. I want you inside of me.” She said breathlessly as she moved her hips against him, feeling as his cock rubbed against her slick folds.

He leaned on his one arm as he bent his one leg up, his hand going between their bodies to position the head of his erection at her opening. He pushed forward until just the head was inside of her. He looked down into her eyes. “I love you Hermione.” He said huskily.

“I love you too Draco.”

“This might hurt a bit.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, letting his lips linger on hers. He moved his hips forward until he felt the barrier, then plunged his tongue into her mouth until hers came out to swirl against his. He pushed his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside of her. His mouth swallowed her moan as he held himself still inside of her. His lips left hers as he looked down into her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She sighed as she moved her hips up, wanting him to move inside of her.

He pulled back slowly, then slid deeply inside of her, groaning as he felt her warmth grip onto him. His strokes were short and slow, the sweat glistening off his back as he held back the want to pound into her and his need for release.

She reached up to lick his neck as her hand went to his head pulling him closer as her teeth grazed his ear. “Draco .... faster.” She begged as she brought her legs around his waist.

He groaned as he quickened his thrusts, his hand gripping her hip. Their moans filled the room as they shuddered with each deep thrust. Her hands went to his lower back as she arched her back, her head thrown back against the pillows as her orgasm washed over her, her inner walls gripping him tightly inside of her.

“Hermione.” He cried out as he thrust deep inside of her, his teeth sinking lightly into her shoulder.

He muttered a contraceptive spell in between panting breaths and licked along the bite on her shoulder. They clung to each other as their erratic breathing returned to normal. He kissed her neck, then her ear, then moved up to her cheek. His thumb caressed her cheek until she opened her eyes to him. “You okay?”

“Gods, yes.” She smiled up at him. “Next time I’m on top.” She said smirking.

Draco chuckled and slowly pulled out of her to lay beside her. He grabbed his wand from the nearby table and did a ‘scourgify’ spell over them both, cleaning the blood from her thighs.

She snuggled against his side, her one leg over his and her fingers trailing over his chest and stomach. “So ... Draco. When can we try that again?”

“Hermione. You’ll have to give me a few minutes.” He said smiling as he hugged her close.

The few minutes turned into an hour or two where Draco woke up with Hermione doing things with her mouth that made him instantly awake, in more ways that one. Throughout the early morning hours they explored and mapped out each other’s bodies, finding the most erogenous zones on one another.

Draco happened to glance out the window much later, to see the sun starting to make an appearance across the horizon. “As much as I hate to say this .... we need to head back to our dorms before we are missed.” Kissing the corner of her mouth then nuzzled into her neck.

She smiled tiredly. “Yes, I suppose. Good thing it’s Saturday today. I think I will sleep the day away.”

He watched as she started to get dressed, then slip on her jeans, flinching a bit when she pulled them up to her waist. He smirked knowingly. “You a bit sore?”

“Nothing a soak in the tub won’t cure.” She smiled. “How about we meet after the dance tonight here. Since we won’t be able to down there, we can have our dance up here.” She asked hopefully.

“Sounds great. I would love to.” He said as he continued to watch her.

“Aren’t you getting up?” She smirked, her gaze drinking in the sight of his half covered body.

“Yes, in a bit. You better go first and be careful sneaking back to your rooms.”

“I will. You too.” She leaned her knee on the bed and bent down to kiss him. “Mmmm .... I wish I could stay.” She said softly.

“Me too.” As he let his lips linger over hers, his hand cupping the side of her face. “I love you Hermione.”

She gave him a quick kiss, “I love you too.” She stood up straight, gave one last look at the tempting sight on the bed before her and walked out of the portrait to her rooms through the secret passage.


Draco lay back on the bed, his hands behind his head, deep in thought. The night spent with Hermione was amazing. She turned out to be a very passionate person, and he found she was well worth the wait. He got up and slowly got dressed, also flinching a bit when he did up his pants. He smiled to himself as he made his way to the deserted Slytherin dorms.

Later in the day, Ginny sat on Hermione’s bed, looking at the fully dressed girl who lay on her stomach, her arms hugging her pillow. She took the ends of Hermione’s hair and ran it over her nose and cheek, and smirked when Hermione shifted on her back, swatting her hair away in her sleep.

Just then Harry and Ron peeked their heads into the room. “Did you wake her up yet?” Ron asked as he came over to the rumpled bed to look down at the even more rumpled Hermione.

They looked down at the passed out Hermione, her t-shirt riding up to her ribs. They all looked at each other, smirking to themselves as they saw the red marks running along her stomach and neck. “Looks like she had quite a night.” Ginny remarked, and they started to laugh.

Hermione woke to the sounds of their laughter and slowly opened her eyes. “What’s so funny?” She asked groggily.

“You. You should see you.” Ron started. “What time did you get back in?”

“I don’t know.” She slowly sat up, flinching as the seam of her jeans dug into her sex. “The sun was just starting to come up, when I crawled into bed.”

Ginny had seen the look of discomfort on Hermione’s face. “You know I have just the thing for you ‘Mione.”

“Yeah, like what?” Hermione asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “And what time is it anyway?”

“It’s around two in the afternoon.” Harry answered.

Ginny pulled Hermione up, “Come on, we’ll run you a bath. I have this bubble bath that will get rid of that ‘soreness’ you have.” She smirked.

“We’ll go get you something to eat. You missed breakfast and lunch. You must be starving.” Ron said, pulling Harry out of the room.

Hermione looked after them as they left. “You know .... I have really great friends.”

“Yeah, you do.” Ginny smiled as she began running the bath water. “So, how was it?”

Hermione’s face flushed, her eyes going dreamy. “It was amazing Gin .... all three times.” She smirked.

“No wonder you’re sore.” Ginny laughed as she got up after adding her special cure. “I’ll leave you to it then ‘Mione. Take your time, you’ll need your energy for the dance tonight.”

Hermione was stepping out of her jeans. “I don’t know if I’m going Ginny.”

“Why ever not?”

“This thing with Draco is getting really hard to hide from people. I love him Ginny.” She looked to her friend.

Ginny hugged Hermione. “I am so happy for you ‘Mione. But you have to come tonight. It wouldn’t look right if you didn’t at least make an appearance with the rest of us.”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “We’ll see. Most likely I’ll end up going though, since my mother sent me the dress already.” She smiled, “But I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.”

After a long soak, a bite to eat and a nap for a couple of hours, Hermione felt more herself. She took extra care in her appearance for the dance. Although she wouldn’t be able to be with Draco, she still wanted to look her best for him.

She slipped on her skimpiest underwear, to be appreciated later, she hoped. The dress her mother sent her last week was next. It was in a deep burgundy color, with the upper body fitting snugly to her upper body, and the skirt hanging loosely down to the floor. There were two layers of a sheer chiffon that covered the bottom of the dress that seemed to float around her when she walked. The neckline was modestly low cut with sheer sleeves to match the skirt. On her feet she slipped on the burgundy shoes to match the dress. Her hair she tamed down to smooth soft curls that hung down to the center of her back, the sides pulled up, tied back with a burgundy ribbon.

She looked at herself in the mirror after she was done getting ready, her fingers adjusting the gold dragon pendant around her neck. She made her way down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room where Ron, Harry and Ginny were waiting. After praise and compliments were passed around, they made their way down to the Great Hall. As Ron decided to go solo as well, they walked in together, while Harry and Ginny walked in front of them holding hands.

The Great Hall was decorated beautifully, with large round tables surrounding the dance floor. The enchanted ceiling sparkled with pink and red lights that fluttered crazily above them. The professors all sat at the Head table dressed in their finery, Tonks the most noticeable with her bright pink hair as she talked with Snape.

At the punch bowl stood the Head Boy making sure that no one spiked the punch, keeping a particular close eye on the Weasley twins.

Hermione sat with some of her other house mates as she scanned the room with her eager eyes. It didn’t take long for her to spot her blonde Slytherin across the room, as their gazes locked, meeting his smouldering grey eyes.

‘He looks so good.’, she thought to herself as she licked her suddenly dry lips. “Ouch!” She cried out suddenly as she felt her shin being kicked under the table. She looked to her side to see Ginny smiling at her. “What was that for?”

“You were staring at him.” Ginny replied quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Was I?” She smiled. She gave one last look at Draco and turned her back on him so she wouldn’t be tempted to look. “Couldn’t help it.” As she recalled the way he looked in her mind. He was wearing all black, she always liked him in black.


Draco had come a bit earlier than Hermione to the dance and sat with Blaise and some older Slytherin’s, as he looked around the room. When Hermione entered the Hall, he noticed right away. How could you not, she was breathtaking to him. He was not the only one that noticed, as he glared around him to see a few other guys take notice of her also.

When he met her gaze later he felt himself hardening at the memory of her on top of him much earlier that day. He was sick of this sneaking around. He wanted to be with her. To be the one to make her smile.

After dinner was done and the music started, he watched as a different guy for each song came to claim a dance with ‘his’ Hermione. His eyes followed her as he talked with Blaise, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

He wanted to ask her to dance, and then he thought .... ‘Why the hell not. Why couldn’t he ... really. His father was dead, so he didn’t have a say who he wanted to see anymore. His mother was safe and knew she would want him to be happy..... and Hermione makes him happy. As for Voldermort, he wasn’t planning on getting the dark mark anyway. And as for his house mates, he knew there would be a few that stuck by him, the others he would be wary of. He was sick of sneaking around to be with Hermione.’ He concluded to himself as he stood up, a determined look on his face.

From the staff table a few of the professors watched as Draco walked to the Gryffindor table. “Is he mad?” Snape asked scowling.

“No. I don’t think so.” Dumbledore smiled. “I think young Mister Malfoy is tired of his double life.”

The Great Hall went at a standstill as they watched Draco approach the Gryffindor table, expecting a fight of some sort. Ron and Harry looked up at the silence to see Draco walking towards them, both wondering what he was about now. Harry nudged Hermione and motioned for her to turn around.

Hermione did turn around and watched as he came closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He stopped in front of her and held out his hand. “Dance with me Hermione.” he asked softly.

“But ....” She started.

“Hermione, I’m tired of hiding the way I feel about you, having to sneak away somewhere to snog you senseless.” He smiled. “I don’t care what other people think anymore Hermione. I want to be with you.”

Hermione stood up and took his hand as they walked to the center of the dance floor, everyone’s eyes on them. “Are you sure about this Draco?”

“I’ve got nothing to lose Hermione,” he put his arm around her waist while he linked his fingers through his to rest against his chest. “Except you.”

Some of the students shook off their surprise and joined them on the floor, while others looked on in amazement and distrust. The two of them didn’t notice though, their eyes on just each other. Her hand went up to his neck, under his hair as she moved closer. “You know, this isn’t going to be easy.”

He smirked. “I have no doubts on that, but with you here beside me, I can handle just about anything.”

She gave a light laugh and placed her forehead on his chin. “Well, the rest of the year will be interesting to say the least.”

He let go of her hand to lay it flat on his chest, while he cupped the side of her face to look intently into her eyes. His thumb caressed her cheek as he pulled her head closer. “I love you.” He leaned in to place his mouth over hers, pressing into the softness of her lips.

Everyone around them looked to the obviously happy couple, speculation running amongst them on how long the two of them have been seeing each other. Hermione and Draco continued their kiss, not paying any mind to the people around them.

Enjoying their kiss that they did not have to steal away to take



The End


Note: I would like to apologize to anyone that felt like the story was just cut off. I thought that I had submitted the last chapter, but....I didn\'t. Sorry again. Hope you enjoy the ending. I would also like to thank Moon for nominating this fic on the Draco/Hermione fic awards for Dangerou Liasons.