Boys Night, Girls Night

Ok, so I know I've been bad in delaying how long it took to upload a chapter. In my defense, my computer had a virus and I didn't have my computer for a month. And then trying to salvage what I had already written and saved was a very intense and embarassing situation in which a Best Buy employee is now a devoted fan. But here it is, a chapter full of fun and hopefully takes the edge off until I upload the next, which shouldnt be too much longer. As always, I appreciate all of your comments, praise, and criticism. I encourage them now more than ever! Let me know what you think!

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19.


While Hermione tried to recover herself, Draco took full advantage, nipping at her bottom lip. He sucked on it for a moment to take the sting out of it. Slowly, as if she would protest at any quick moments, he took her wrists to link them around his neck.
His hands free, Draco tangled them into her hair, cupping her neck so he could take full possession of her mouth.

Hermione by this time was no longer passive, she was an active participant. Her hands roamed his shoulders, her legs parted as he pressed himself against her, sandwiching her between the kitchen island.

With an urgency born of long separation, hands were everywhere as they reacquainted themselves with each other. Draco managed to take off her shirt without Hermione quite realizing it.

Draco took a nip at her bare shoulder. “You’re not going to need clothes for the time being.”

Hermione chuckled. “I seriously thought you would never touch me like this again.” She clutched his back, keeping his body as close as possible in case he had other ideas.

He didn’t.

But Draco did look at her seemingly horrified. Instantly his hands were covering her breasts possessively. “Banish the thought!” He leaned in sucked a nipple through the fabric.

“I fully intend to touch you like this again,” Draco switched to the other nipple, teasingly biting it, bring it to full attention, “ and again” he kissed his way up, his hands kneading her chest, “and again.” He kissed her once more, sealing the deal.

Hermione found herself nodding, in perfect agreement.

In a quick movement, he swept down and picked her up not unlike a groom crossing the threshold. So she wouldn’t cave into the urge to laugh at the ludicrous thought, she leaned in and nibbled his neck as he carried her into his bedroom.

There it was - that low growl. God she loved that noise. She had missed it more than she would ever admit.

Being the tease that she was, instead of allowing him to throw her onto the bed, Hermione turned into him, looping her arms around his neck and slid inch by tantalizing inch down until her feet found the ground.

“You are going to pay for that.” Draco hissed.

Hermione tossed her hair, grinning over one shoulder, “I’m counting on it.”

She could sense the coiled tension he was exuding, albeit unwillingly. He wanted to jump her, she knew, but with years of personal experience of his nature, she also knew that he was going to tease her until she begged for it.

Her only thought about this was how to bring it on faster. Playing coy with her back to him, Hermione had a stroke of inspiration.

Deftly, she unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side. She unbutton her jeans, shimming out of them, pausing for a smirk as she bent over at the expression on Draco’s face.
Then ever so slowly, she sauntered over to the bed, climbed atop, and laid down in the middle.


Draco was amused. She was clearly trying to get him riled. While effective, he wasn’t going to loose sight of his original goal.

But he could pretend like he had.

He made a beeline for the bed stripping till his was completely naked. Watching her staring at him, he crawled on top of her, and pinned her hands to the bed.

“Didn’t you learn anything at Hogwarts you silly girl?” Draco whispered in her ear.

“What are you talking about?” Hermione tried to concentrate, failing miserably when he sucked on her ear.

“Never tease a sleeping dragon.” Draco slithered down her body, kissing each inch of skin.

Hermione grinned. “Well no wonder I bested you in school. For one thing, you are not sleeping, nor are you a dragon.”

Draco gave her a look that made her think otherwise on the latter comment, but she went on ahead with her re-education.
“And the motto is “Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon.”

A Slytherin smile graced his face. One that told her she walked right into a trap.

“And you, Mione, are ticklish?” He asked holding her feet, clearly with the intent to try it out.

“Negative.” It was true. She wasn’t ticklish, per se, there was just one little spot that was really sensitive…

“Hmm, I think I’ll take that challenge.” He worked his way back up her body, trying the obvious spots.
Feet, behind the knees, ribs, under the arms. That she could deal with, but he kept trying other spots with his lips and tongue; her inner thighs, the underside of each breast, her nipples, her ears, all the while his hands groping at her.

She tried to keep her pants and gasps to herself, but she knew that he heard. By the end of his test she was a puddle.

“My little lioness, not the least bit tickle-ish, hmm?” He asked.

She shook her head, pulling his lips towards hers.

“I think I know what you’re hiding.” Draco suggested.

“And what’s that?” Hermione was distracted as he positioned himself between her legs that she didn’t notice he had her wrists in his hands again.

“Oh, shall I show you?”

Oh Merlin. Draco latched onto her neck, right at her pulse, and sucked. Hermione went to grab his hair but finally notice she was pinned to the bed. Her arms restrained, her legs pinned by his weight. She was no longer in control of this game. Blast it all. She was loving every minute of it.

Then, suddenly Draco stopped and looked at her with mirth on his face. But it was nothing compared to the predatory look behind it.
“So you’re not ticklish? I guess I’ll just stop then.”

“No, I-I,” Hermione was trying to think of a clever way to get him to do it again without implicating that she was wrong at the same time.

Draco noticed this and decided to end that thinking process with the expedient of rolling his hips into hers.

Hermione quit. Quit thinking, quit being stubborn, quit quit quit. “Oh, hell yes. Do it again. Please.”

Chuckling to himself, Draco went back to pay attention to her neck while grinding his hips into hers. Hermione did the only thing possible at the moment and hitched her leg around him, trying to get more friction where she wanted.

Draco, ever in control, switched both wrists into one hand and reached in-between them. Lightly, he ran a finger along her clit, and growled when she bucked her hips.
He growled because however much he wanted to tease and make her beg for everything he had been fantasizing about, if she did that again he was going to have to throw his plans out the window.

“Um, Draco? Why are you counting in French?” came a breathy question.

Counting in French helped him cool off for a second. “So I don’t give in to temptation.” He said sliding two fingers into her warmth.

Hermione arched her back, moaning, drawing his eyes to those two hardened nubs. Draco thought it was a shame they weren’t getting the attention they needed.

“Listen Granger, I’ll release you on one condition. You play with those tits of yours, you understand?” He voice was hard, restrained, but a command. Hermione never thought to disobey…yet.

Draco took a moment to observe the sight she made, naked chest heaving, a slight sheen of sweat, tweaking her nipples, her head thrown back as he continued fucking her with his fingers.

Her thong was still on but pushed to side. He thought he should correct that.

When he took his hand away, Hermione made a noise of disappointment. That is until she felt the thong tear off her body. That prat did it in such a way that it scraped against her clit and made her wetter than ever.

Next thing she knew two large hands grabbed her ass, elevating her slightly. Looking down she saw Draco just as he took one long lick at her cunt. Forgetting her condition, she grabbed at the sheets. Next thing she felt was a slap on her pussy. It was a jolt, pleasurable, but still a jolt to her system.

“What did I say?” Draco barked. When she didn’t reply he slapped her cunt again. “Answer me.” Slap Slap Slap.

“Oh Merlin, you, umm….yes, yo-you said I had to play with my tits.” Remembering out loud Hermione kneaded her breast, holding one up to lick.

Satisfied, Draco went back to business sucking, biting, licking at her until she was on the verge of losing it. When she was sure she was going to, Draco would suddenly turn his head and bite the inside of her thigh just hard enough to keep her orgasm at bay.

After some time of moaning, curses, and incoherent babbling from the former Head Girl, Draco sensed she was at a breaking point. Being the charitable guy he was, the next time Hermione came to that edge, he let her fall off it. Just as she started to shudder he pushed himself up and slammed home.

Hermione might be lost in the moment, but Draco once again found himself counting in French. He held himself stock-still within her, waiting for the throbbing of her release to calm, but he nearly bit through his lip with the effort of stopping himself from moving.

Switching tactics, Draco instead watched Hermione, enjoying the play of emotions over her expressive face. He swore days ago that he didn’t think it was possible for her to be any more beautiful.

Coming apart in his arms, she had to prove him wrong. He grinned briefly watching her eyes refocus and a sated smile cross her lips.

He touched his forehead to hers and allowed himself another long deep exploration of her mouth, before beginning to move slowly inside her.

Hermione’s smothered a moan sent pleasant little shivers through his body and Draco felt himself get harder. How had he not of done this before? How did he not see this possibility at Hogwarts?

Hermione started meeting his thrusts, her skin growing slick with sweat beneath his hands.

“Mione?” Draco grunted.

“Ye-yes? Gods, just like that.” She responded, clawing down his back.

“I want you to say it.” He demanded.

“Say what?” Hermione was torn between the feel of him slipping in and out and the confusion of what in the devil was on his mind in a moment like this.

Draco drove into her with increasing urgency. Hermione wrapped around him, her ankles locked beneath his ass, her arms clutching his.

“Fuck! My Name! Scream it!”

Her eyes never left his as she came, shouting Draco as loud as she could. Convulsing over her, he thrust into her one last time and let himself explode deep inside of her.

It was a few moments before either could speak.

Or move.

Or form complete thoughts.

Just them holding each other peppering kisses randomly.

Finally, Draco made to move off of her, to allow her get a decent breath.

But Hermione stopped him. “I like the feeling of you laying on me.” She grinned saucily.

“Be that as it may, you wont be able to feel anything much longer if you stop breathing.” He smirked, kissing her nose and falling to his side.

Hermione was going to make a nasty comment about snakes, Slytherin, and egos when she smelled something odd.
“Draco, do you smell that?” she asked, completely diverted.

Draco was busy admiring the pink flush overspreading her body, and missed her question. He only realized she was talking at all when she lurched from the bed yelling “Shit!”

While it was a treat to see her running naked, Draco figured he was obliged to follow and see what the commotion was about. When he went out, a blackened dish was being pulled out of the oven by the same naked witch, clearly irritated.
Well, there goes dinner. Unable to stop himself, he started laughing.

“Now which one of us almost burnt the apartment down?”

Hermione chuckled herself placing the ruined dinner onto the countertop. “It’s still your fault, you prat. If you hadn’t distracted the cook…”

Draco came up behind her and pulled her close. “Is the cook complaining?”

Hermione shook her head, turning to face him, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against hers.

Apparently, Draco thought the same thing. She felt a growing hardness against her stomach.
“Hmm, let’s see what other things I can do to keep the cook distracted…” Draco suggested, dragging her back into his room.