Hermione\'s Seduction
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,852
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
HERMIONE\'S SEDUCTION: 2/3
Hermione was almost appalled and the though of wearing a sexy negligee. The thing was almost see-though and the deep v-neck did nothing to conceal her cleavage. It made her uncomfortable since she was so used to wearing oversized t-shirts as her sleepwear. She couldn’t believe she let Ginny talk her into this.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair then took a deep breath, calming herself down. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:00. This was usually the time Draco came home from work. But he usually went to the library instead of going to their room.
Draco opened the door to his study and quickly removed his robes. He hated coming home. He hated that he was married to Hermione but couldn’t take her to bed. He hated that she didn’t want him… love him. He made a promise to her. Malfoys always kept their promises. Why did he ever agree to marry her? It was because of Dumbledore’s request. Though he didn’t like old old man when he was still at Hogwarts, joining the Order changed his attitude towards the man. The headmaster was intelligent, keen and compassionate.
He made his way towards his desk to work some more. He needed to tire himself so that by the time he would finish, Hermione would have already been sleeping. But sometimes even his exhaustion and a sleeping Hermione wasn’t enough to quell his urges to rip her clothes off and make love to her. More than that… he wanted to talk to her, tell her about his day, his work, and share his life with her.
The door squeaked open and he assumed that it was the house elf, bringing his tea. But the moment someone stepped into the room he knew that it wasn’t a house elf. A faint scent of lavender reached his nose and he immediately looked up from the parchment he was reading.
His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw his wife. She was wearing a red negligee that barely concealed her curves. His gaze traveled up her long legs until it reached her beautiful face. He wanted to bury his hands in her mass of curls. Merlin, he was falling in love more and more with his wife everyday.
Hermione smiled at Draco. So far her plan was going well. She could see that Draco was sweating. And his gaze was full of lust. “Hello, husband,” she said as she walked towards him with an extra away in her hips. “Have you had dinner?” she asked like a dutiful wife would.
“No. It doesn’t matter. I’m not hungry.” ‘For food anyway’, he thought.
“Are you sure? What would you like?” Hermione asked. Draco looked delicious with his the top of his buttons undone and the sleeves of his shirt folded up to his forearms.
You. “Nothing. I’m fine,” he barked.
“How about a drink?” she asked.
Your juices. “No.”
Hermione wasn’t deterred. He was stubborn but so was she. She wanted Draco Malfoy and what she wanted she was going to get. She sighed dramatically and leaned her hip against Draco’s desk. “Ok, you don’t want dinner nor do you want a drink. So what do you want?”
‘To fuck you senseless.’ “Nothing.”
“But I’m not yet sleepy!” she pouted. “I know, I can help you with what you’re doing so you can come to bed,” she said flirtatiously. She sat on the arm of Draco’s chair before he can protest, pretending to look at the parchment on his desk.
Draco inwardly groaned. Hermione’s bottom was gently touching his arm, He wanted to reach out and caress it, feel the smoothness of her skin. And in her position, he breasts were right beside his face. He wanted to bury his face in those mounds.
“Hermione, I don’t need your help. Just go to bed,” he barked.
“But I want to go to bed with you,” Hermione said.
Draco heart almost stopped. What was his wife playing at? If she didn’t want him to touch her then she better keep her distance.
“Fine. I’ll wait for you. You do that while I’ll read.” She went to pluck a book from the shelf and sat on the couch.
Draco followed Hermione with his eyes. His breath hitched when he saw Hermione’s red thong knickers. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. He wanted to bury his face in between her legs. He imagined himself licking and sucking on her clitoris while she moaned his name. He groaned aloud at the thoughts and stopped them before they get any further.
“Draco, are you alright?” Hermione asked innocently but she could feel her stomach twist in nervousness. She placed her book on the couch and went to him. She reached out and brushed his hair away from hid face and touched his cheek. “You look tense,” she said. She went behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders to give him a massage.
Draco jerked away from her touch. “Hermione, what are you doing?” he asked, gritting his teeth. His cock twitched harder beneath the flap of his trousers.
“Giving you a massage,” she said. “Oh, Draco? You haven’t given your wife a kiss yet.”
Draco looked at Hermione’s smiling face. He said a silent prayer and waited as Hermione bent down to give him a kiss.
Hermione sighed as her mouth gently touched his. She put a little more pressure and started to move her mouth against his. She sat on his lap and felt his hardness poking at her bottom. This encouraged her even more. She first licked his upper lip with her tongue then the bottom, catching it in between her mouth and sucked on it.
Draco groaned and placed one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head and pulled her closer. He took a deep breath and plunged his mouth in the recesses of her sweet mouth.
Hermione teased him by pulling back a little with her tongue just barely brushing against his. But Draco would have none of that. He fought back by gently nibbling on Hermione’s lips. This time it was Hermione’s turn to moan and she ran her hands down to his shirtfront and started unbuttoning it.
Draco pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m seducing you,” she replied as she continued to unbutton his shirt.
His heart slammed against his ribs. He pulled her back to him and started kissing her again. He lifted her is his arms and shoved away the quills on his desk, placing her on top of it with her legs on either side of him.
Hermione moaned when she felt the bulge in his trousers against her. She almost protested when he pulled away.
Draco pulled his chair closer to his desk and sat down, Hermione’s crotch directly in front of his face. He placed her feet on the arms of the chair to spread her even more and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the desk while she leaned back.
Hermione’s pussy tingled in anticipation of having Draco’s nose rub against her clit and his mouth on her lips. “Kiss me, Draco,” she whispered.
“I will, love. Later…” he whispered as he stared at Hermione’s wetness. She was still wearing her knickers but since it was a thong and lacy she could still see everything. Her panties were soaked and he could smell her essence, arousing him even more. He took the top of the crotch of her panties in between his fingers in one hand and took the bottom, near her buttocks in the other. He twisted the material slightly and started moving the material up and down, letting it rub against her clit.
Hermione flung her head back and almost screamed at the sensation. Every fiber of her nerve ending was tingling. Then she felt Draco’s tongue on her. Kissing, nuzzling and licking her against the material of her panties… it was heaven.
Draco needed to taste her without any barriers. He grabbed her knickers and ripped them. He heard Hermione gasp but paid no attention. Once again he buried his face in between her legs. He swiped at her clitoris but not really touching it. He concentrated on the areas around it, nibbling and sucking until licked her labia. Her taste now was just a teaser of what was yet to come. He darted his tongue against his clitoris once and plunged it in her wet entrance.
Hermione almost came but Draco wouldn’t let her. He pulled his tongue away and once again concentrated on the skin on her inner thigh. “Please… Oh, Please Draco…” Hermione begged.
Draco hearing the lust in her voice took her clit in her mouth and started sucking. He plunged two fingers and added another finger in her tight wet sheath.
Hermione’s body was climbing higher and higher until her body wracked with spasms. She felt he body release more of her juices as Draco devoured them.
Draco himself was panting. He loved making women come with his mouth and fingers. But making Hermione come was over the top. “Hermione, I need to make love to you, fuck you.”
Hermione gave him a wobbly smile, still trying to catch her breath. “By all means, take me.”
*
Hermione was almost appalled and the though of wearing a sexy negligee. The thing was almost see-though and the deep v-neck did nothing to conceal her cleavage. It made her uncomfortable since she was so used to wearing oversized t-shirts as her sleepwear. She couldn’t believe she let Ginny talk her into this.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair then took a deep breath, calming herself down. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:00. This was usually the time Draco came home from work. But he usually went to the library instead of going to their room.
Draco opened the door to his study and quickly removed his robes. He hated coming home. He hated that he was married to Hermione but couldn’t take her to bed. He hated that she didn’t want him… love him. He made a promise to her. Malfoys always kept their promises. Why did he ever agree to marry her? It was because of Dumbledore’s request. Though he didn’t like old old man when he was still at Hogwarts, joining the Order changed his attitude towards the man. The headmaster was intelligent, keen and compassionate.
He made his way towards his desk to work some more. He needed to tire himself so that by the time he would finish, Hermione would have already been sleeping. But sometimes even his exhaustion and a sleeping Hermione wasn’t enough to quell his urges to rip her clothes off and make love to her. More than that… he wanted to talk to her, tell her about his day, his work, and share his life with her.
The door squeaked open and he assumed that it was the house elf, bringing his tea. But the moment someone stepped into the room he knew that it wasn’t a house elf. A faint scent of lavender reached his nose and he immediately looked up from the parchment he was reading.
His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw his wife. She was wearing a red negligee that barely concealed her curves. His gaze traveled up her long legs until it reached her beautiful face. He wanted to bury his hands in her mass of curls. Merlin, he was falling in love more and more with his wife everyday.
Hermione smiled at Draco. So far her plan was going well. She could see that Draco was sweating. And his gaze was full of lust. “Hello, husband,” she said as she walked towards him with an extra away in her hips. “Have you had dinner?” she asked like a dutiful wife would.
“No. It doesn’t matter. I’m not hungry.” ‘For food anyway’, he thought.
“Are you sure? What would you like?” Hermione asked. Draco looked delicious with his the top of his buttons undone and the sleeves of his shirt folded up to his forearms.
You. “Nothing. I’m fine,” he barked.
“How about a drink?” she asked.
Your juices. “No.”
Hermione wasn’t deterred. He was stubborn but so was she. She wanted Draco Malfoy and what she wanted she was going to get. She sighed dramatically and leaned her hip against Draco’s desk. “Ok, you don’t want dinner nor do you want a drink. So what do you want?”
‘To fuck you senseless.’ “Nothing.”
“But I’m not yet sleepy!” she pouted. “I know, I can help you with what you’re doing so you can come to bed,” she said flirtatiously. She sat on the arm of Draco’s chair before he can protest, pretending to look at the parchment on his desk.
Draco inwardly groaned. Hermione’s bottom was gently touching his arm, He wanted to reach out and caress it, feel the smoothness of her skin. And in her position, he breasts were right beside his face. He wanted to bury his face in those mounds.
“Hermione, I don’t need your help. Just go to bed,” he barked.
“But I want to go to bed with you,” Hermione said.
Draco heart almost stopped. What was his wife playing at? If she didn’t want him to touch her then she better keep her distance.
“Fine. I’ll wait for you. You do that while I’ll read.” She went to pluck a book from the shelf and sat on the couch.
Draco followed Hermione with his eyes. His breath hitched when he saw Hermione’s red thong knickers. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. He wanted to bury his face in between her legs. He imagined himself licking and sucking on her clitoris while she moaned his name. He groaned aloud at the thoughts and stopped them before they get any further.
“Draco, are you alright?” Hermione asked innocently but she could feel her stomach twist in nervousness. She placed her book on the couch and went to him. She reached out and brushed his hair away from hid face and touched his cheek. “You look tense,” she said. She went behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders to give him a massage.
Draco jerked away from her touch. “Hermione, what are you doing?” he asked, gritting his teeth. His cock twitched harder beneath the flap of his trousers.
“Giving you a massage,” she said. “Oh, Draco? You haven’t given your wife a kiss yet.”
Draco looked at Hermione’s smiling face. He said a silent prayer and waited as Hermione bent down to give him a kiss.
Hermione sighed as her mouth gently touched his. She put a little more pressure and started to move her mouth against his. She sat on his lap and felt his hardness poking at her bottom. This encouraged her even more. She first licked his upper lip with her tongue then the bottom, catching it in between her mouth and sucked on it.
Draco groaned and placed one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head and pulled her closer. He took a deep breath and plunged his mouth in the recesses of her sweet mouth.
Hermione teased him by pulling back a little with her tongue just barely brushing against his. But Draco would have none of that. He fought back by gently nibbling on Hermione’s lips. This time it was Hermione’s turn to moan and she ran her hands down to his shirtfront and started unbuttoning it.
Draco pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m seducing you,” she replied as she continued to unbutton his shirt.
His heart slammed against his ribs. He pulled her back to him and started kissing her again. He lifted her is his arms and shoved away the quills on his desk, placing her on top of it with her legs on either side of him.
Hermione moaned when she felt the bulge in his trousers against her. She almost protested when he pulled away.
Draco pulled his chair closer to his desk and sat down, Hermione’s crotch directly in front of his face. He placed her feet on the arms of the chair to spread her even more and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the desk while she leaned back.
Hermione’s pussy tingled in anticipation of having Draco’s nose rub against her clit and his mouth on her lips. “Kiss me, Draco,” she whispered.
“I will, love. Later…” he whispered as he stared at Hermione’s wetness. She was still wearing her knickers but since it was a thong and lacy she could still see everything. Her panties were soaked and he could smell her essence, arousing him even more. He took the top of the crotch of her panties in between his fingers in one hand and took the bottom, near her buttocks in the other. He twisted the material slightly and started moving the material up and down, letting it rub against her clit.
Hermione flung her head back and almost screamed at the sensation. Every fiber of her nerve ending was tingling. Then she felt Draco’s tongue on her. Kissing, nuzzling and licking her against the material of her panties… it was heaven.
Draco needed to taste her without any barriers. He grabbed her knickers and ripped them. He heard Hermione gasp but paid no attention. Once again he buried his face in between her legs. He swiped at her clitoris but not really touching it. He concentrated on the areas around it, nibbling and sucking until licked her labia. Her taste now was just a teaser of what was yet to come. He darted his tongue against his clitoris once and plunged it in her wet entrance.
Hermione almost came but Draco wouldn’t let her. He pulled his tongue away and once again concentrated on the skin on her inner thigh. “Please… Oh, Please Draco…” Hermione begged.
Draco hearing the lust in her voice took her clit in her mouth and started sucking. He plunged two fingers and added another finger in her tight wet sheath.
Hermione’s body was climbing higher and higher until her body wracked with spasms. She felt he body release more of her juices as Draco devoured them.
Draco himself was panting. He loved making women come with his mouth and fingers. But making Hermione come was over the top. “Hermione, I need to make love to you, fuck you.”
Hermione gave him a wobbly smile, still trying to catch her breath. “By all means, take me.”
*