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The Birthday Gift
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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7,880
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38
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The Birthday Gift, Part 2
AN: The characters are not mine. I just borrowed them from Ms. JK Rowling. The plot is mine though. I hope you enjoy this story even though there’s no action yet.
The Birthday Gift, Part 2
Draco watched as Hermione laughed with the other guests. Her friends threw a party for her the following night on her birthday. He looked at his watch and it read 11:45. Fifteen more minutes and he could finally take her away. Everyone else was almost drunk with butterbeer except him and Hermione. They were both anticipating what would happen later when they were finally alone together.
He suddenly got a funny feeling in his stomach. It felt as though it was his wedding and he was waiting for the festivities to finish so he could take his bride on their honeymoon. Of course, that was not the real case. Though, it didn’t mean that he didn’t wish for it.
Draco had started noticing Hermione in their 7th year. During that time, they became sort of friends because they were Head Boy and Head Girl. He had become attracted not with her looks but with her wit, not to mention how much of a good person she was.
And during the war, he and a number of Slytherins joined the Order. He worked close together with Hermione and her two best friends, Potter and Weasley. Though it wasn’t paradise when they worked together, but they still managed not to hex each other.
After the war, he worked with her at thnistnistry and they had become close. He noticed her little quirks such as she liked to pace when she got restless about something, she drank a lot of coffee when she needed to deliver a speech in front of a large audience, and she loved to stay in his office when she needed to rant about something either good or bad. Not that he minded. He was happy that she was able to share things with him.
Slowly, as they worked together, he watched the bookish girl turn to a beautiful woman. During their days at Hogwarts, she was just lurking behind the shadow of Potter. But now she had proven herself to the rest of the world that she can be someone. It gave her confidence, not the like bravado she used to have during her school days.
It showed in the way she moved and carried herself. He loved to watch her walk, her gait steady and her head held high. And when she spoke, her voice was soft but firm, sure of herself. He loved her intelligence. She had a quick mind and sharp tongue. That’s why he loved arguing with her, especially when her face would flush when she was getting riled up. She was passionate about her causes such as muggleborns and house elves.
Now, he watched as she danced with Blaise, a fellow Slytherin and whowas now dating Ginny. Her hips gently swayed gently, and it made him sweat. He imagined those hips lifting to receive him as he thrust inside her. Draco loved legs… he liked them shapely and Hermione had one hell of a pair. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her long lovely stems. He could imagine running his hands up and down. He could feel himself harden at the thought of those legs twined around his hips when he made love to her.
His eyes almost fell out of their sockets and he was almost sure that his jaw hanged open when Hermione asked for her birthday gift.
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“What?” he croaked. He wasn’t sure he heard her right the first timhen hen she repeated her answer. After he had gathered his bearings he thanked the deities, gods, and goddesses, and Merlin too. He had always felt something for the curly haired witch but he wasn’t quite sure what. Maybe it was love. He knew that this was the opportunity for him to figure it out… and eventually let her know. But he wanted to know why. Why he wantedt kit kind of gift… and why him?
“Ok… you want me to take you to bed.”
Hermione’s cheeks were starting to turn pink. “Yes.”
“Why? I mean why do you want me to ‘pleasure you’, as you put it.”
This time, her face was starting to turn bright red and she looked down. “Well… well, this is really embarrassing.”
Draco tipped her chin up. “Hey, we’re friends now, right?” When Hermione nodded he continued. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, to me of all people.”
“Promise you won’t laugh.”
Draco gave her a gentle smile. “I promise.”
Hermione started playing with the sleeves of her shirt. “It’s because… because I’ve… I’ve never had an orgasm before. And even if I did, I wouldn’t know. Maybe I have it’s just that it wasn’t too great that’s why I couldn’t feel it or even know it,” she babbled.
Draco was surprised. This beautiful woman had never felt sexual pleasure before. That was almost impossible. He felt confused. “I don’t understand. You’ve had lovers before but they didn’t give you pleasure?”
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess not.”
Draco let out an inward sigh. “Why me? I mean, why did you choose me?”
“Well, because I know and I’ve heard that you’re good in… that area and since we’re friends I just thought it would be ok.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Somehow, deep inside him, he was hoping that she chose him because maybe, just maybe she had feelings for him. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. He wanted Hermione and he was going to get her.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione suddenly said. “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. It’s so inconsiderate and reckless of me. If you don’t want to that’s ok. We’ll just place this behind us and pretend it never happened.”
Drs eys eyes widened. “Whoa! Slow down, love. I didn’t say that I didn’t want to do it.”
“You don’t have to pretend. Really, it’s ok.”
Draco chuckled. He reached out and caressed her smooth cheek. “C’mere,” he whispered. He placed his hands on her shoulders then let it slide down to her hips. He gently pulled her closer to him until her hips were pressed against his.
Hermione gasped as she felt his hardness at the V of her thighs. She almost moaned and rubbed herself against him.
“There, tell me I don’t want to do it when I’m hard as an iron pike right now just thinking about making love to you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulder. She was about to kiss him when he spoke. “But not tonight, sweetheart. And I don’t want it to be just one night.”
“So what do you suggest?” she asked breathlessly. The thought of she and Draco, together in bed was sending tingling sensations to her center.
“How about we apparate to the Malfoy villa in the south of Spain? We can leave tomorrow night after your birthday party and stay there the whole weekend?”
Hermione’s eyes brightened. “Really? Are you sure you want to do this?”
Draco smiled. “I’m sure.”
***
Somebody touched his hand and brushed against him. He saw Hermione smile up at him. “Time to go,” she whispered.
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The Birthday Gift, Part 2
Draco watched as Hermione laughed with the other guests. Her friends threw a party for her the following night on her birthday. He looked at his watch and it read 11:45. Fifteen more minutes and he could finally take her away. Everyone else was almost drunk with butterbeer except him and Hermione. They were both anticipating what would happen later when they were finally alone together.
He suddenly got a funny feeling in his stomach. It felt as though it was his wedding and he was waiting for the festivities to finish so he could take his bride on their honeymoon. Of course, that was not the real case. Though, it didn’t mean that he didn’t wish for it.
Draco had started noticing Hermione in their 7th year. During that time, they became sort of friends because they were Head Boy and Head Girl. He had become attracted not with her looks but with her wit, not to mention how much of a good person she was.
And during the war, he and a number of Slytherins joined the Order. He worked close together with Hermione and her two best friends, Potter and Weasley. Though it wasn’t paradise when they worked together, but they still managed not to hex each other.
After the war, he worked with her at thnistnistry and they had become close. He noticed her little quirks such as she liked to pace when she got restless about something, she drank a lot of coffee when she needed to deliver a speech in front of a large audience, and she loved to stay in his office when she needed to rant about something either good or bad. Not that he minded. He was happy that she was able to share things with him.
Slowly, as they worked together, he watched the bookish girl turn to a beautiful woman. During their days at Hogwarts, she was just lurking behind the shadow of Potter. But now she had proven herself to the rest of the world that she can be someone. It gave her confidence, not the like bravado she used to have during her school days.
It showed in the way she moved and carried herself. He loved to watch her walk, her gait steady and her head held high. And when she spoke, her voice was soft but firm, sure of herself. He loved her intelligence. She had a quick mind and sharp tongue. That’s why he loved arguing with her, especially when her face would flush when she was getting riled up. She was passionate about her causes such as muggleborns and house elves.
Now, he watched as she danced with Blaise, a fellow Slytherin and whowas now dating Ginny. Her hips gently swayed gently, and it made him sweat. He imagined those hips lifting to receive him as he thrust inside her. Draco loved legs… he liked them shapely and Hermione had one hell of a pair. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her long lovely stems. He could imagine running his hands up and down. He could feel himself harden at the thought of those legs twined around his hips when he made love to her.
His eyes almost fell out of their sockets and he was almost sure that his jaw hanged open when Hermione asked for her birthday gift.
***
“What?” he croaked. He wasn’t sure he heard her right the first timhen hen she repeated her answer. After he had gathered his bearings he thanked the deities, gods, and goddesses, and Merlin too. He had always felt something for the curly haired witch but he wasn’t quite sure what. Maybe it was love. He knew that this was the opportunity for him to figure it out… and eventually let her know. But he wanted to know why. Why he wantedt kit kind of gift… and why him?
“Ok… you want me to take you to bed.”
Hermione’s cheeks were starting to turn pink. “Yes.”
“Why? I mean why do you want me to ‘pleasure you’, as you put it.”
This time, her face was starting to turn bright red and she looked down. “Well… well, this is really embarrassing.”
Draco tipped her chin up. “Hey, we’re friends now, right?” When Hermione nodded he continued. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed, to me of all people.”
“Promise you won’t laugh.”
Draco gave her a gentle smile. “I promise.”
Hermione started playing with the sleeves of her shirt. “It’s because… because I’ve… I’ve never had an orgasm before. And even if I did, I wouldn’t know. Maybe I have it’s just that it wasn’t too great that’s why I couldn’t feel it or even know it,” she babbled.
Draco was surprised. This beautiful woman had never felt sexual pleasure before. That was almost impossible. He felt confused. “I don’t understand. You’ve had lovers before but they didn’t give you pleasure?”
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess not.”
Draco let out an inward sigh. “Why me? I mean, why did you choose me?”
“Well, because I know and I’ve heard that you’re good in… that area and since we’re friends I just thought it would be ok.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Somehow, deep inside him, he was hoping that she chose him because maybe, just maybe she had feelings for him. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. He wanted Hermione and he was going to get her.
“I’m sorry,” Hermione suddenly said. “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. It’s so inconsiderate and reckless of me. If you don’t want to that’s ok. We’ll just place this behind us and pretend it never happened.”
Drs eys eyes widened. “Whoa! Slow down, love. I didn’t say that I didn’t want to do it.”
“You don’t have to pretend. Really, it’s ok.”
Draco chuckled. He reached out and caressed her smooth cheek. “C’mere,” he whispered. He placed his hands on her shoulders then let it slide down to her hips. He gently pulled her closer to him until her hips were pressed against his.
Hermione gasped as she felt his hardness at the V of her thighs. She almost moaned and rubbed herself against him.
“There, tell me I don’t want to do it when I’m hard as an iron pike right now just thinking about making love to you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulder. She was about to kiss him when he spoke. “But not tonight, sweetheart. And I don’t want it to be just one night.”
“So what do you suggest?” she asked breathlessly. The thought of she and Draco, together in bed was sending tingling sensations to her center.
“How about we apparate to the Malfoy villa in the south of Spain? We can leave tomorrow night after your birthday party and stay there the whole weekend?”
Hermione’s eyes brightened. “Really? Are you sure you want to do this?”
Draco smiled. “I’m sure.”
***
Somebody touched his hand and brushed against him. He saw Hermione smile up at him. “Time to go,” she whispered.
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