Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping

 

Chapter
14

 

         Draco couldn’t believe that Hermione
had actually just digested the Veritaserium herself.  Why would she voluntarily put herself into
such a vulnerable position?

         “Why did you just do that?”  Draco asked.

         “I panicked” Hermione admitted
nervously, shifting self-consciously in her seat.  “I didn’t know what else to do.”

         “Do you want me to stop asking
questions then?”

         “No, it’s only fair that you get to
poke around in my head in return” Hermione said.  “And later on I don’t want to get this thrown
in my face whenever we have a quarrel.”

         “Later?”  Draco asked with raised eyebrows.  “So... have you forgiven me for being such an
ass?”

        

         “Yes” Hermione answered simply.

         “Why?”

         “Because you’re sorry about what you
did, I now understand why you did it and you promised never to do it again”
Hermione said.

         Draco nodded in understanding.  He had this sudden urge to leap off the seat
and do a happy-joy-joy-dance, but somehow he didn’t think that that would look
very appealing.  Draco knew he was on
thin ice here and he wasn’t about to screw things up.  The best thing to do was to do what Hermione
had asked of him: ask questions.

         “When exactly did you realise you
fancied me?” he asked.  He still couldn’t
quite understand how she could have grown to like him during a period in which
he was trying to hump Harry Potter.

         Hermione seemed to struggle with
herself for a minute.

         “I realised that I had certain feelings
for you when I was laying in your bed after drinking the Polyjuice potion.  But I suppose it had only truly sunken in
that I fancied you after I had given you that bath.”

         “Yeah, you mentioned doing that” Draco
noted.  “Why don’t I remember that?”

        “You were running a fever, so that’s
probably the reason why you don’t remember it” Hermione explained.  “It was the last evening of mating season and
you had almost shagged Harry.”

         Hermione tried to suppress a blush
while getting visions from that evening. 
So many images of that night had the ability to make her blush, either
from embarrassment or from arousal.

         Draco smirked.

         “So you only realised your affection
for me after having me stripped naked?” he asked with merriment.

         “I let you keep your boxers on!”  Hermione said in defence.

         “Perhaps” Draco said dismissingly,
casually leaning back in his seat.  “And
did you like what you saw?” 

         “Yes, you’re very pretty” Hermione said,
averting her eyes to the floor.

         Draco blinked his eyes in question.

         “Pretty?”  Draco asked, being somewhat flabbergasted at
her choice of words.  “’Pretty’?  Honestly woman, you can’t call a guy
‘pretty’!”

         “I can’t help it” Hermione said.  “It’s the truth.  And besides, you are somewhat
effeminate.”

         “I am not!”  Draco said, feeling a little offended even
though he knew it was probably the truth. 
“And besides, if anyone should now that I’m fully male, it should
be you.”

         “I told you, I let you keep your boxers
on!”  Hermione argued. 

         Draco smirked at her while having a
moment of contemplation. 

         “Am I circumcised?” he suddenly asked.

         “Yes” Hermione answered and blushed
scarlet red as she realised what she had just admitted to.  “I... Oh bugger!”

         Draco
laughed at the girl in front of him, who had now thrown her head in her hands
in mortification.

         “That’s not funny!”  Hermione pointed out, glaring at the laughing
Slytherin.

         “Yes it is” Draco grinned.  “It proves that we’re two pervs in the same
pond.”

         “Can’t argue with you there” Hermione
smirked.  “So, what else do you
want to know?”

         “Oh,
I think I’m done” Draco grinned.  He was
sure that he could come up with a couple more entertaining questions, but he
really didn’t feel like pissing her off just now.  For his own benefit... and just because he
didn’t want to.

         Hermione smiled and nodded.

“So... where do we go from here?” she asked sheepishly.  How does one go from being ‘acquaintances’ to
being ‘boyfriend/girlfriend’?  She had
never done this before, so she didn’t really know how to act. 

Draco seemed like he was about to answer her question, but was
interrupted when suddenly the train started shuddering.  Hermione grabbed unto the table for
support.  Then with a few brusque quakes,
the vehicle came to a halt.  Hermione
released a sigh of relief.  Then suddenly
the lights fell out.

         “What in Morgana’s Bane is going
on?”  Draco said.

         “It’s probably a malfunction” Hermione
said calmly while getting up from her seat. 
“We should go and ask the driver what’s going on so we can inform the
others to avoid a panic.”

“Right” Draco said, also standing up from his seat.

The compartment was pitch black and Hermione couldn’t see where she was
going.  Luckily, Draco didn’t seem to
have the same problem as she had, quickly found the door and slid it open. 

Hermione felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her when she
suddenly tripped over her own feet and fell face forward... into two strong
arms. 

“How did you-?”

“I’ve got great night vision,” Draco explained, not letting go of
her.  Hermione still had her arms
clutched around Draco’s waist for support, even though she didn’t need it
anymore.  Gods, he smelled good.  She could just stand there all day, holding
him in silence without feeling even an ounce of boredom.  It just felt so comforting, having his arms
protectively wrapped around her in the veiling darkness.  She suppressed her ‘girl power’-instincts
from shoving Draco away for the fact that she really didn’t need anyone
to comfort or protect her.  It just felt
too damn nice to do so.  She felt him
lifting one of his hands to caress some of her hair out of her face.  Her breathing started getting heavier and it
felt as if the room temperature was getting hotter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Hermione snapped out of her reverie and turned her gaze towards the door
and consequentially the intruder.

“Ginny?”  Hermione asked, recognising her friend’s
voice.  “We’re going to check out what-“

“Sure you are” Ginny said sarcastically, not bothering to listen
to what Hermione had to say.  “Malfoy, do
you fancy her?”

Draco arced his brow at the intrusive Gryffindor, but he couldn’t refuse
to respond since he was still bound to answer any question thrown his way.

“Yes” he answered bluntly.

“Hermione, do you fancy him?” Ginny asked, turning back towards
Hermione.

“Yes” Hermione said, even though Ginny didn’t know she had drunk the
potion herself.  Hermione couldn’t fathom
what her friend was on about.  She had
just told her herself that she fancied Draco, so why would she ask again?  And even if she hadn’t known, it should be
quite obvious since Hermione was still clutching Draco’s body as if it was a
life preserver.

“Then what are you going to do outside?” Ginny asked
incredulously in a high-pitched voice. 
“It’s a black-out and you have a private compartment all to
yourselves.  All you need is some grapes
and 5 pounds of rose pedals scattered over the seats and you have the setting
of a mushy romance novel.  Get back in
there!”

“But-“ Hermione stammered.

“I have spoken!”  Ginny’s
voice echoed through the corridor as she turned around and walked away to round
up the Prefects to calm things down.

Draco couldn’t help but smirk at the Weaselette’s antics.  Gryffindors really weren’t very subtle in
their methods of trying to get something they want.  A Slytherin would lie and scheme to attain
something they wanted, but apparently that was too much of a bother for a
Gryffindor.

No, they just come out and ask.

Or in this case: boss around.

Still... he was a little curious to learn if it had actually
worked.  The way the Weaselette had put
it; it indeed was rather retarded to leave the compartment.  He didn’t have his supersensitive smell
anymore, but he didn’t need it to know that Hermione had been affected by his
touch.  Draco’s hand was currently
resting in the dip of Hermione’s back, and he sure could understand why at the
senior dance Weasley had been so keen on sliding his hands downwards.  Draco could feel his blood drawing towards
the nether regions at feeling her curvaceous body pressing up against his.  But still, he wasn’t going to rush anything.  Being a sexual predator had gotten him into a
load of shit, so he was just going to follow Hermione’s lead in whatever she
was planning to do. 

Hermione stared into the void in
astonishment.  She loved Ginny dearly,
but the girl could get a bit carried away with things.  She could be as persistent as her mother
could... and as loud.  

Meanwhile Hermione was becoming
increasingly aware of the fact that currently her breasts were smooched against
Draco’s hard chest.   

“What are you thinking?”  Draco
asked.

“I’m thinking that I want you to shut that door again,” Hermione
answered.  She was a bit surprised at her
own forwardness, but that honestly was what she had been thinking... among
other things.  Though she probably
wouldn’t have said it if she wasn’t still under the influence of the
Veritaserium.

Draco complied and pulled the door shut, while with his other arm still
holding Hermione against him.  When the
door was closed, Hermione suddenly felt very conscious about the fact that both
of them were alone in a dark and confined space.  She noted that there was this strange awareness
between them.  Her eyes had grown more
accustomed to the dimness and she could now clearly see Draco turning to look
at her.  Hermione was a bit taken aback
by the intensity she saw in Draco’s grey eyes. 
He gave her the same look he had given her that night when she had been
in Harry’s body.  The look that had made
her feel like crap, because she had thought no one would ever look at her that
way... with such yearning.  But now
someone did.  Draco did.

“What are you thinking?” 
Hermione asked in return. 

“I’m thinking that I want to rip that damn concealing uniform of off
you, lick every curve and angle of your body and make you scream out my name as
I make love to you” Draco answered huskily.

Hermione suddenly found it very
difficult to breathe.  She grabbed
Draco’s head between her hands, leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a
bruising kiss.  She traced his bottom lip
with her tongue, but he had been slightly ahead of her and had already parted
his lips to grant her access.  Her
heartbeat quickened as her tongue explored the warm interior of Draco’s
mouth.  Tongues met in a primal dance,
sparked by the all-consuming lust that coursed through their bodies.  Hermione had always been the first to praise
the power of words, but never had any of them had such an impact on her.  She didn’t know that the act of speech could
make body parts tingle with desire.  Once
out of curiosity she had read a few pages in one of her mother’s smutty romance
novels to see what it was all about, but had quickly concluded that the only
effect the ‘burning loins’ and ‘heaving breasts’ had had on her body were on
the muscles she used for laughing.  But
after having listened to Draco’s words; her heart rate had sped up, her mouth
had gone dry and she had this incredibly primitive sensation driving her which
she could only describe as ‘want’.  Draco
pulled Hermione closer to him and she could feel his manhood growing hard
against her thigh.  She gently rubbed
herself against his body and eagerly tangled one of her hands in his hair,
still not quite able to fathom how he could get it so soft. 

As soon as Hermione’s lips had
touched his own, Draco’s brain had said its goodbye’s and had hurriedly left
the room.  Even though she was as smart
and intelligent as a person can be, Hermione still was able to let her mind
take a break when situation called for it and let her body take things
over.  She was as fiery and passionate as
Draco had imagined her to be.  Draco
could feel her breath against his face and her fingers gripping his hair and dammit
he wanted her closer. 

Hermione could feel her feet starting to move.  She wasn’t sure if she was the one who had
started to move or if she was following Draco, but she decided that it didn’t
really matter.  Suddenly Hermione found
herself straddling Draco’s lap as he was seated on one of the couches, not
quite sure how they had gotten into that position.  She moaned in rapture while he was eagerly
sucking on her tongue.  His hands were
caressing her body through the thin material of her uniform.  She wasn’t really sure on where her own hands
were supposed to go during this, so she just disconnected her hands from her
brain and let them roam to wherever the hell they wanted to go... which was
basically everywhere on Draco’s body. 
One of Draco’s hands was teasingly sliding up her left leg, went under
her skirt and cupped her curvaceous bum, while with his other hand his nimble
fingers had started working the buttons of her shirt.  Hermione had the urge to slap his hands away
and just rip the stupid shirt open.  It
was then that she realised that she needed to calm herself before she would
hurt herself or something. 

“Wait a second” she said huskily, breaking the kiss and reaching in her
pocket to retrieve her wand.  She cast a
quick Distraction Charm and Locking Spell on their compartment so no one could
intrude their... their...

Oh good God, she was going to have sex with Draco Malfoy!  A part of her brain told her that this must
be the stupidest idea ever!  She was
about to lose her virginity in a train compartment to a man she had detested
for over 6 years. 

“What’s wrong?”  Draco asked,
looking at her in question.  Hermione
paused to look at him.  His hair was
slightly muzzled, his lips were bruised from her kisses and even through the
dimness she could see a faint blush on his cheeks. 

Hermione smiled. 

No, it was the best idea ever.

“Absolutely nothing” Hermione answered, casting a quick Contraception
charm on herself and throwing her wand into the darkness behind her.  She leaned back in and continued to let
herself be consumed by Draco’s kisses. 
Hermione knew that he had no ill intentions.  If they slept together, it would be because
he wanted to without an ulterior motive. 
Draco had expressed that he wanted them to be lovers and Hermione would
gladly oblige.  As she was straddling him
she could feel his hardness pressing against her feminine core and in instinct
she nestled herself closer to it.  Draco
groaned against her lips when she rubbed herself against his arousal, so she
did it again.  This time she moaned
herself, feeling the friction through the thin fabric of her knickers and
against her clit.  Now she couldn’t stop
herself from blatantly rubbing herself against him.  Hermione found the act a rather wanton thing
to do, but it felt so wonderful.  It was
like scratching a persistent itch; it felt relieving, but at the same time it
also made her ache for more. 

Draco had Hermione’s blouse half opened and her lacy bra was
exposed.  It might be a typical
male-thing, but Draco had a bit of a soft spot when it came to breasts.  They were round, they were soft and they
looked so damn alluring.  Now having
Hermione’s bra-clad bosom exposed to his view, Draco couldn’t help but wonder where
the hell she had been hiding *those*?  Yet another reason to curse those black
shapeless robes the school forced them to walk around in all day. 

He eagerly pulled the bra strap off her right shoulder, which pulled the
garment slightly out of place and loosened its grip on her breasts.  Draco reached under her shirt, around her
back and opened the clasp with the flick of his hand.  His hands went back to the front, slid under
the cups of her bra to cup her full breasts. 
When his hands enclosed her gorgeous breasts, he could feel her
pleasured shudder even reaching up to his tongue inside the confinements her
mouth.  She arced into his caress and
Draco felt her nipples instantly hardening under his palms as he kneaded her
responsive globes.  It was damn difficult
to concentrate while she was devouring his mouth like that and kept rubbing
herself against him in a way that was driving him insane.  While keeping his left hand in place, he used
his right-hand to lift her breast out of the cup.

Hermione whimpered in sorrow when Draco suddenly released his lips from
her mouth, but that whimper turned into a surprised and approving gasp when a
warm wetness suddenly enveloped her rosy nipple.  She stopped moving, looked down instead and
watched him as he teased her nipple with his tongue and teeth.  It was an endearing sight really, seeing a
grown man suckling on a woman’s breast; an act Hermione had always associated
with nursing infants.  She couldn’t
contain herself from uttering a hiss when Draco rolled the nipple between his
teeth and flicked his tongue against it. 
She grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against her in an act of
zealousness.  She couldn’t quite grasp
how this could feel so good. 
Since when did nipples do that? 
An urgent throbbing in her centre shouted out to her, calling for
attention.  She sank deeper against his
body, ensnaring him against her own.

A whimper escaped parted lips when Hermione started rubbing herself
against Draco’s erection again and Draco was surprised to conclude that he
had been the one to utter that noise. 
Since when did Draco Malfoy whimper?  He knew he had to act and get this show on
the road.  A rather crude way of putting
it, but still the truth.  If they were
going to keep this up, he would be coming in his pants before they’d even get
started.  He removed his lips and hands
from her breasts and urged her to move off him. 
She complied, if somewhat reluctantly, and followed his guidance into
laying down upon the seat. 

Hermione could feel her back making contact with the cold leather seat
and eagerly awaited Draco’s next move. 
She wanted this.  She wanted him.  She wanted him so badly!  She had this incredible yearning that felt so
intense it almost hurt. 

 

“Dammit Draco...!” she cursed when Draco sat himself at her foot end and
started removing her shoes and socks, taking his sweet time in the process.

“Getting impatient are we?” Draco purred playfully. 

Hermione huffed in reply, but quickly was rewarded for her
patience.  Draco sat himself on his knees
and teasingly slid his hands over her legs and hips, the touch of his hands
sending shivers all over her spine.  When
he stopped at her knickers, Hermione lifted her hips so that Draco could pull
them from under her skirt and off her legs. 
Before tossing the garment away, Draco brought it to his nose and
smelled it; an act Hermione thought she would find disgusting, yet found
strangely arousing.

“Why did you do that?”  Hermione
asked in wonder.  She wasn’t appalled by
the act, but she just couldn’t fathom why someone would want to smell her
underwear.

“I wanted to smell you” Draco said simply.  “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been
putting smell-repellent charms on yourself during the month we spent
together.  I must ask you never to do
that again.  I like your smell.  It’s arousing.”

He shifted from his position and went to sit on his knees on the floor,
next to Hermione, and pulled her in for another searing kiss.  Mouths clung together and tongues tangled in
a heated embrace.  Hermione’s head
started to feel dizzy, but oxygen really felt secondary at that time.  Draco’s left-hand had found its way to one of
her breasts again, softly caressing her responsive skin.  His other hand was slowly making its way up
her inner thigh, his tender touch making Hermione quiver with ache.  She was so aroused that it was practically
painful.  She just wanted to grab his
hand and place it where she needed it the most, but at the same time she also
wanted to relish every touch and draw this out as long as possible.  Hermione felt rather exposed without any
knickers on, never even going to bed in the nude because it made her feel
uncomfortably naked.  She did note that
somehow it increased the exoticness of the situation; feeling the air on her
exposed womanhood while she was still almost fully dressed in her school
uniform, the skin of crucial erogenous zones excluded.  

When Draco finally touched her clit, she arced her back and made a sound
that was something in-between a gasp and a moan.  He pressed two fingers against the swollen nub
and started stimulating it.  As he
pleasured her, Draco couldn’t help but to let his eyes feast over Hermione’s
body.  The way she was laying there,
Draco thought she should be the illustration in the dictionary next to the word
‘sensuality’.  Hermione’s lips were
swollen from their passionate kisses and were slightly parted while she was
panting heavily.  Her clothes were
wrinkled and partially undone, due to Draco’s previous uncontrollable urge to
touch her bare skin.  Hermione’s skirt
was bunched up around her waist to uncover the sight of her creamy thighs.  Her shapely legs were lightly spread with
Draco’s hand in-between them, pleasuring her soaking-wet, aching pussy. 

In short, she looked absolutely ravishing.   

And that was all Draco could think
about doing: ravishing her. 

Hermione started bucking her hips in automatic response to his
stimulations.  He shifted his hand and
eased two fingers inside of her.  When he
did, Draco instantly felt Hermione tensing up below him.

“No, Draco” Hermione said pleadingly. 
“I just... I want-“

“I know, love” Draco reassured, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.  “But it’s your first time.  It will be better for you if I stretch you
first.”

Hermione nodded in understanding and let Draco work his magic.  While he started pumping his fingers in and
out of her dark wet core, Hermione felt him leaning in to trail little kisses
down her neck.  Draco steadily moved
downward past her collarbone, teasingly flicking his tongue over her nipples as
he paid homage to her breasts and placing little licks over her sensitive
abdomen as he moved down even further.

Draco moved, sitting back on the seat and urging her to spread her legs
a bit wider so he could settle himself between them.  He leaned in a bit to smell her.  The musky scent of woman, arousal and
something totally Hermione.  He couldn’t
contain a grin when Hermione started making those adorable cooing noises again,
the same ones she had made that time in the common room.  Draco couldn’t wait to start noticing other
things that she recurrently did.  Did she
always climax with her eyes closed, or would that change with the way he was
pleasuring her?  If he were to bring her
to orgasm by burying his face between her thighs, would her face and body react
any differently?  He wanted to experiment
and he wanted to know.  Just as he eased
in a third finger, stretching her, he leaned in and ran his tongue around her
clit.

Hermione screamed and bucked her hips at the intimate contact.  This should be illegal!  She would have scolded him for not having
given her a warning first, if what he was doing didn’t feel so damn good!  Draco’s warm, juicy tongue was almost too
much to bear.  He continued to feast at
her juices as if it were ambrosia, though Hermione couldn’t comprehend why he
would do that.  It couldn’t possibly
taste good.

“How... how does it taste?” 
Hermione asked in a wavering tone of voice.  She knew that he still was forced to speak
the truth and if it turned out that he didn’t like it she’d oblige him to stop.

Draco raised his head to answer, but kept his fingers thrusting in and
out of her slick cavern; continuing pleasuring her as he spoke.

“Salt and sweet at the same time. 
It tastes like you.” he answered and bent his head to briefly nudge his
nose against her clit, making Hermione whimper. 
“And it smells like you.  Don’t
make me spend the whole night lapping at your juices just to prove to you that
I like the way you taste, because don’t think I won’t do it.”

Hermione sniggered at Draco’s playful ‘threat’ and watched him as he let
his head descend back between her legs. 
She had never felt more loved and accepted in her life, him feasting
away at her most intimate of places and actually liking it.  The whole vision of Draco’s head between her
thighs was so damn erotic that she just couldn’t keep her eyes off it.

Draco kept his eyes on her in return, looking at her reactions to his
pleasurable ministrations.  Her juices
were dripping along his hand and unto the seat, her clit was red and puffy and
Draco could feel her heart pulse through it when he hugged the swollen nub with
his tongue.  He licked, sucked and nipped
at her until she was practically delirious with desire.  Her moans had started getting more frantic
and her legs were shacking on either side of him.  With her hands, she was clutching the leather
seat as if she was afraid to tumble out of it. 
Draco knew she was close to coming. 
He stopped moving his fingers, yet kept them buried inside of her
because he wanted to feel her inner walls contracting around them. 

Draco opened his mouth as far as possible and abruptly sucked all of her
inside his mouth.  Hermione’s eyes flew
open as the tension in her underbelly snapped. 
She arced her back and screamed out her release as waves of energy
jolted through her body.  Fresh juices
coated Draco’s fingers and he could feel her rapid heartbeat fluttering inside
his mouth.  Draco thought she was
gorgeous like this, in rapture and out of control.  And the thought that he had been the only on
to see her like this made his cock twitch with exhilaration.  He eagerly kept lapping at her juices until
her body stopped shuddering and relaxed under him. 

Hermione looked down and saw that Draco’s lust filled eyes were fixed
upon her.  When he released her, she
pulled him up for a slow languid kiss. 
Draco pulled back and looked at her in question, as if he was asking if
she realised what she just did.  He still
remembered that whenever he had gone down on Pansy, afterwards she had always
forced him to rinse his mouth before she would allow him to kiss her
again. 

“You’re right” Hermione said with a smile.  “It is salt and sweet at the same time.”

The innocence in which she had made that arousing statement spiralled
Draco’s excitement to a fever pitch.  He
was so aroused his whole body ached and he could feel the dull throbbing
reaching from his toes to his fingertips. 
He kissed her again, running his tongue around hers and playfully liking
her teeth.  He gently took her hand and
held it against the bulge in his pants, letting her feel just what she did to
him.  He felt her gasp against his mouth,
but she didn’t pull back.  Instead, she
sat herself up a bit and started undoing the buttons of his trousers;
surprising him by this bold action. 
She released Draco’s lips and locked eyes with him when she tentatively
reached inside his boxers and enclosed her fingers around his shaft.  

“Could you just... show me how?” 
Hermione asked a bit sheepishly as she took his hand and placed it over
her own, which had enclosed his cock. 

Draco curled his hand around hers and guided it to stroke the length of
his hardened shaft.  He groaned and had
to fight the urge to close his eyes in rapture, but still managed to keep them
fixed on Hermione’s.  When she seemed to
understand how it worked, he let go of her hand and let her do with him as she
pleased.  Hermione experimented a little,
caressing his arousal from different angles and watching Draco’s reactions to
see what he seemed to like the most.  She
felt somewhat hesitant because she had no idea what she was doing, but Draco’s
pleasured reactions gave her courage. 
She could feel his cock throbbing against her hand and hardening with
every passing moment.  In experimentation,
she gave his arousal a gentle but firm squeeze. 
Now Draco was at a point where he just couldn’t control himself anymore
and buried his face in the crook of her neck while panting heavily.  It made her feel powerful and humble at the
same time, knowing that with merely the touch of her hand she could turn a
proud man into the whimpering mulch before her. 
His husky groans and whimpers were so damn arousing that she felt her
body awakening again. 

“If you keep on doing that, the main attraction will be disappointingly
short” Draco panted, grabbing her wrist and stopping her from continuing her
pleasurable ministrations.  He sweetly
gave her a kiss on the lips before she obligingly laid herself back down upon
the seat. 

Draco nestled himself back between her legs and started teasing her clit
again to make sure she was slick and wet before he entered her.  After a few moments, he slid a finger inside
of her passage and concluded that she was wet and ready.

“Go on” Hermione whispered eagerly, giving Draco permission to go
further.  Hermione reached for the
waistband of Draco’s pants and boxers and pulled them down a bit, making his
erection bobbing into view.  Hermione
knew she was being a bit forward, this being her first time and all, but she
couldn’t help it; she wanted to feel him inside of her.  She didn’t really feel any awkwardness with
being face to face with Draco’s erection, the incident in the tub having
prepared her sufficiently in that regard.

Draco leaned in to kiss her again as he rubbed his erection against her
grasping cunt, covering himself with her juices.  When he was fully coated, Draco gently put
the tip of his erection against Hermione’s entrance.  He almost lost his wits at feeling her hot
juices kissing and gripping the head of his cock.  He claimed her lips, exploring the crannies
of her mouth with his tongue in an evocative rhythm of advancing and
retreating.  Gods, her wanted this so
much, to sink inside of her tight warmth and claim her as his.  Hermione growled at his relentless
teasing.  She was physically aching and
she knew what she needed to have that ache quenched.  If only Draco would just push it in and
fill her! 

Draco slowly slid the tip of his cock inside her cavern and had to will
himself not to just thrust inside of her maddening tightness.  He knew that her first time would be somewhat
painful, but he wanted to make it as pleasurable for her as it would be for
him.  Hermione gasped at the intrusion
when Draco slid in a bit further.  His width stretched her as he sank deeper inside of
her.  It felt much tighter than she had anticipated,
but Draco’s slow ascent gave her a chance to adapt to his width.

“This will hurt” Draco said hoarsely when he reached her virgin barrier.

Hermione nodded and braced herself for pain.  Her heart was slamming against her ribcage as
she tried to subdue her bubbling nervousness. 
She had heard many stories from her female peers about how their first
times had been.  Almost all of them had
described it as a painful and disappointing experience, even when they had been
taken into consideration.  Judging by the
prelude, Hermione didn’t think hers would be disappointing; but she didn’t dare
to question that it would be painful.

Draco slowly pressed forward against her hymen and Hermione briefly
became aware of a stretching feeling.  He
momentarily withdrew, wanting to do this gently while taking his time to
minimise her discomfort.   He then leaned
back in to advance a bit further; stretching her barrier, which gave way a
bit.  This time Hermione clearly felt
some discomfort.  When Draco pulled back
again and then thrust in, rupturing the obstruction, Hermione was hit with a
shot of white-hot pain an let out a whimpering cry.  Draco kept motionless, holding her against
him while letting her accommodate to the intrusion of his shaft sheathed inside
her tight passage.  Fuck, she was so
hot!  Draco closed his eyes and tried to
concentrate on his breathing as her velvety softness tightly hugged him in a
way that was maddening.

“I can do this,” he told himself as he felt her inner muscles
squeezing him in reaction to her discomfort. 
I’m not a friggin virgin!  This
isn’t new to me and I’m not going to come before she does. I *can* do this!”

“Are you okay?”  Draco asked as he
slightly felt her tensed up muscles relaxing a bit.

“No” Hermione answered with a strained voice.  If she wasn’t still bound to speak the truth
she probably would have said ‘yes’ in reflex, but she couldn’t and it just
hurt so damn much!  

At moments like this, Draco was extremely grateful that he wasn’t a
girl.  When it came to first time sex,
girls really did have the short end of the stick.  A guy’s first time wasn’t all that peachy
either, having to deal with not being able to hold off for more than 30
seconds, but at least they didn’t have any physical pain.  Good thing that this wasn’t Draco’s first
time and that he knew what he was doing, so he could make up for the pain she
had just experienced.

Hermione could feel Draco caressing her tears away with his thumb and
sweetly kissing her on the lips.  Her
legs were wrapped around Draco’s waist as he was lying on top of her.  Suddenly she could feel Draco’s cock twitch
inside of her.  Good God, Draco was
inside of her.  It felt unreal and a
little weird, but strangely, it also made her feel whole.  She whimpered again, but this time not in
pain, when Draco snaked his hand in-between them and started drawing circles
around her clit.  Her arousal, that had
been subdued due to the sudden amount of pain, started firing up again.  His face was hovering above hers, watching
her reactions again.  It was clear to
Hermione that Draco was someone who liked to watch.  He was a passionate lover who enjoyed being
able to evoke pleasure... and she wasn’t complaining.  She bucked her hips in reflex to the
stimulation.  Draco took that as an
encouragement, tentatively pulled himself back and slowly slid back in. 

“Ow!”  Hermione yelped,
unaccustomed to the strange sensation of being filled.

“You like that?”  Draco asked
huskily.

“Do... do that again” Hermione panted.

Draco did it again while aiming for her G-spot and Hermione’s pleasured
moan was a definite indication that she liked it.  Hermione still felt rather achy after just
having been breached, but not enough to ask him to stop.  Draco lifted his upper body a bit when he
noticed Hermione tilting her head so she could see to where they joined.  Even in the heat of passion, she was still
the same Hermione Granger, always curious, analytical and eager to learn.  Hermione looked down as Draco slid his cock
almost fully out of her and pushed it back in, totally disappearing inside of
her. 

“Oh wow” Hermione gasped.  She had
known how sex worked, but actually seeing that she was physically joined
together with Draco was oddly surreal... and very arousing.  Body moved against body as Draco continued to
move within her in a slow, thorough pace. 
She tentatively started meeting his thrusts with her hips, urging him to
pick up the pace a bit.  She didn’t
really know why, but she felt that she needed more friction. 

Draco gladly obliged and sped up his motions.  Hermione’s hands found their way along his
back as he passionately pounded inside of her. 
She ran her hands downwards and snaked them under his shirt so she could
explore every curve and muscle of his naked back.  Draco angled himself so that with every
thrust his pubic bone made contact with her swollen clit.  His lips
nuzzled her neck as they began to move more rapidly. 
Hermione tilted her head to give him better access to the sensitive skin
of her neck.  She was so overwhelmed with
sensations that she almost felt like sobbing again.  This was all so strange and new and...
wonderful.  She didn’t know what to do, yet
strangely she did.  She had no
experience, but right now she totally relied on instinct.  Draco relished Hermione’s pleasured
reactions, but he quickly got a taste of his own medicine when Hermione let her
hands slide down to squeeze his buttocks. 
He let out a strangled growl and couldn’t resist the urge to pick up the
pace even more.  He lifted one of her
legs and put it over his shoulder. 
Hermione looked at him a bit confusedly, but when he thrust inside of
her again she definitely didn’t seem all that confused anymore.

Hermione screamed in rapture at feeling the new angle he was pleasuring
her in.  He plunged into her deeply,
moving against her clit with each of his thrusts.  Hermione was writhing on the seat, soft
incoherent whimpers of fervent longing escaping her lips.  Draco’s previously slow and careful movements
had made place for needy thrusts and uncontrolled writhes.  Flesh slapped against flesh, trembling hands
tangled and moans increased and became louder. 
Draco’s lips found the sensitive skin in the dip between Hermione’s
breasts and showered it with little nips and licks.  At this point Hermione started cursing
again.  The girl had quite a foul mouth,
even though she probably didn’t want to have one.

“Oh Shit” Hermione cursed as she felt her orgasm approaching.  “Oh- I...
Draco...  I- Oh...“

Draco felt gentle spasms surrounding his shaft in prelude of her
climax.  Hermione clutched her eyelids
tightly shut and every muscle in her body rigidly locked itself as she climaxed
and her mind got pushed into obscurity. She climaxed so violently Hermione
momentarily feared that she would pull a muscle, but her mind was so far gone
even that thought flew out the window. 
When orgasm struck her, Draco felt her inner muscles fully clasping
themselves around him.  Her walls were
contracting so hard against his cock that Draco thought that they might push
him out of her.  He snaked his hand down
during her climax and ran his fingers over the edges of her clit.  Not that he thought it was possible, but her
body tensed up even more under the direct stimulation and her mouth opened in a
small ‘o’.  The vision of Hermione
Granger coming apart under him was truly the most enchanting vision Draco had
ever seen.  After a few more seconds, her
shuddering body went limp and she collapsed into a panting and satisfied mess.

A sated smile crossed Hermione’s lips as she reopened her eyes and
lifted her hand to brush some of Draco’s hair from his sweaty forehead.  She looked at him in marvel and in awe,
wanting to say something to him but not really sure what.  The feeling of an urgent throb of Draco’s
glands inside of her told her to muse about all this later.  After she had somewhat gathered her breath,
Hermione grabbed unto Draco’s upper arms to give him some support and to
indicate that he could cut loose and seek his release.  She watched him in fascination as he thrust
in and out of her.  Draco’s eyes were
coloured in stormy grey, his pale skin was glowing with beads of sweat and his
usually impeccable hair hung messily in front of his eyes.  Gone was the collected and icy Slytherin she
knew.  The Draco she saw now was warm,
passionate and uncaring of how he looked, acted or sounded like.  She felt his cock twitching inside of her,
right before he reached orgasm.  He came
with a soft grunt and Hermione’s heart gave a firm squeeze at the sight of
Draco climaxing; it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen.  It seemed like his mind had totally left his
body.  In experimentation, she clenched
her inner muscles around him, milking him of his essence.  With a few shudders, he came down from his
orgasm and collapsed on top of her; breathing heavily and obviously
exhausted. 

The compartment had gone silent except for the sounds of two sets of
irregular breathing, struggling to relax their breath.  Hermione enclosed her arms around Draco and
cradled him against her.  His weight was
heavily pressing on top of her, yet she didn’t find it bothersome.  Instead, it heightened the awareness of being
so close to him.  It might be a bit
pervy, but Hermione wished she could take a picture of both of them the way
they were now.  A sweaty and satisfied
heap of flesh.  Hermione thought it had
something carnal about it yet also something incredibly sweet.

“I’m not crushing you, am I?” 
Draco asked concernedly.

“No” Hermione answered serenely. 
“It’s nice actually.”

She just lay there for a few moments, relishing the feeling of Draco’s
body against hers. 

“You still haven’t answered my question, you know” Hermione said with a
smile.

“And which one was that?”  Draco
asked, lifting his head so he could look at her.  “I’m sorry to say that I got a little
distracted.”

“Well, I was just wondering... how
do we go from here?”  Hermione asked
sheepishly.  It was a bit odd to ask this
question to a person who was currently still inside of her, but no one could
ever accuse Hermione Granger of not being practical.

“I suppose dinner should be
appropriate” Draco said with a grin. 
“Can you get to the entrance to Diagon Alley tomorrow at... 6 P.M.?”

         “Sure” Hermione beamed.

         “Good. 
It’s a date.”  

         “Good” Hermione replied.

“Good” he echoed.

Hermione sighed, both in contentment as in grief of knowing that they
had to get up soon.  She happily would
have laid there for a couple of hours, wrapped in Draco’s arms while drifting
off into sleep, but they couldn’t hide away forever.  People were bound to notice their absence. 

“I think we’d better get up” Hermione said mournfully. “We don’t want to
make people suspicious by staying away too long.”

Draco cocked an eyebrow in that damn sexy way only he could pull off.

“It’s always the same with you women” Draco said with playful
sarcasm.  “After you’ve gotten your
carnal ways with the men, you can’t wait to get out of the room so you won’t
have to cuddle.  It’s selfish and
mean.  I demand a cuddle!”  

Hermione sniggered at Draco’s antics and grabbed his head between her
hands to pull him in for a shower of butterfly kisses.

A little cuddling couldn’t hurt, so she would oblige for a few minutes.

Reluctantly off course.

 

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End of
chapter 14