My Best Enemy's Baby

Chapter Fourteen

....After desert – homemade apple pie – Narcissa bid them goodnight, and left Hermione and Draco alone together in the quiet kitchen....

As soon as Narcissa was out of the room there was an awkward tension in the room Hermione and Draco sat in silence for a few moments until the fridge started humming, startling them out of their thoughts.

Hermione stood up and started clearing the dishes from the table - the washing up would give her something to do - but Draco flicked his wand and they flew to the sink from her hands and started washing themselves up. Hermione tried to glare at him but the look melted from her face when she saw the almost predatory way he was looking at her. Draco stood from his seat and stalked towards her with easy grace, keeping eye contact.

Hermione took a few steps backwards as he advanced on her, until she hit the bench behind her. Draco smirked as he stepped up close to her, bracing his hands either side of her on the counter.

Hermione made a small noise deep in the back of her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to her level. Draco was shocked; he had thought that he would be the one making all the first moves - especially after seeing her back away from him - his eyes widened as Hermione crushed her mouth against his, a sigh escaping her lips at the contact.

He kissed her back and watched as her eyelids fluttered closed, his own drifted shut a moment later. Draco ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and moved his hands to her hair as she granted him access. After a minute he pulled away again, his eyes were glazed and he was panting hard; he took her hand and pulled her in the direction of her bedroom. Hermione stumbled slightly as he tugged on her arm and he steadied her before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her into her bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

Draco dropped Hermione onto her large bed unceremoniously; causing her to squeal and glare at him as she bounced slightly. Draco ignored her complaints and crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her - his eyes glazed with hungry passion.

He leant down and roughly recaptured Hermione’s lips with his, glad that they were finally alone since admitting their feelings to one another. They may have had sex before, but tonight he would make love to the beautiful woman underneath him. The passion that Draco was feeling caused him to moan against Hermione’s lips.

Hermione propped herself up on one arm and wrapped the other around Draco’s neck to draw his mouth tighter against hers, their kisses messy and full of primitive need.

Draco drew back slightly from the kiss, slowing the pace, changing it from a furious frenzy of lust to a slower more sensual kiss, lips brushing softly together, tongues gliding slowly.

Hermione pushed herself up from underneath him onto her knees, keeping their lips connected she pushed Draco onto his back so that she was straddling him. She broke the kiss with a gasp and gazed down at him both of them breathing hard.

Draco reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear, brushing her face with his hand.

“I love you, Hermione” He told her softly, his voice unsteady. He opened his mouth and drew in a breath to say more but he was cut off as Hermione kissed him again, and again, again, finishing with a long lingering kiss before pulling away, eyes glossy with happy tears.

“I think,” She started slowly, “That there is a strong possibility that I’m in love with you too.” She took a shaky breath. “Maybe it’s the hormones” she grinned down at him, “but I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.”

Too overjoyed by what he was hearing her say, Draco hadn’t realised that Hermione had unbuttoned his shirt until her hands slid against his bare chest, pushing the thin material off his shoulders.  Draco sat up and shrugged off the shirt and dropped it carelessly off the side the bed before his hands went to the hem of Hermione's t-shirt and tugging up over her head as she raised her arms. Draco looked at in awe and pulled her face down so that he could kiss her again, the fierce passion they had started with was slowly building back up and gradually, in between their kisses; every piece of clothing was removed and thrown off the bed to join their shirts on the floor.

 Hermione broke the kiss again; gasping for breath, as her breathing slowed she looked him directly in the eyes as she trailed a hand down his chest and reached between them to grasp his erection firmly in her hand. Draco’s eyes fluttered closed and his head tilted back as his hips thrust upwards unconsciously, his hands grasping Hermione’s waist. His lips parted and he let out a low groan as Hermione pumped her hand slowly up and down his shaft several times.

Draco’s hips jerked upwards again as Hermione removed her hand and situated herself over him letting him feel how wet she was for him. Draco’s eyes were open now and his breathing was ragged as he guided her firmly onto him. They both moaned in pleasure as Draco filled her completely.

Hermione started moving, the pace was slow at first but as they both came closer to climax the pace sped. Hermione could feel the orgasm fill her, the heat in her centre almost too much to bear, she dropped forward onto her arms, her hair creating a curtain around their faces, the new position was all it took to push her over the edge and her rhythm grew irregular as her walls clenched around his cock their breath mingling in the small space between their faces. As her spasms subsided Draco flipped them over on the bed and was careful – even in the midst of such passion – to not put his weight on her stomach. Draco continued to  pump into her as her legs wrapped around him and it wasn’t long before a second orgasm washed over her, this time Draco couldn’t hold on as she tightened amazingly around him and he came with her groaning into Hermione’s hair as he emptied himself inside her, never having experienced such intense pleasure in his life.

He rolled off of Hermione, unable to hold himself up any longer and not wanting to collapse on top of her; both of them were slick with sweat and panting hard as they recovered and their breathing began to slow.