Everything You Need

A couple of hours later and enough liquor to float a battleship, Hermione was more than pleasantly buzzed. She was feeling loose enough to sail over to Draco and give him her best saucy vixen glare. He had been over in a corner, fielding questions from everyone about his impromptu purchase of his archnemesis of seventeen years. Draco ignored each and every query with polite indifference.

He eyed Granger\'s slightly unsteady gait with trepidation. There was a decidedly predatory air about the woman. Her eyes were a little heavy and she had that sexy drunken grin that so few people could pull off. Whatever was going on, Draco decided that she could definitely handle her liquor. That and she was an adorable lush.

Hermione oiled her way over, pushing through the miniscule crowd that surrounded Draco and stood before him. Her very pose was challenging - one leg tossed to the side, head cocked, hands on her hips. Hermione returned the insulting once-over he\'d given her earlier in the evening, only her look communicated something far more graphic. Draco left his insouciant pose leaning on the wall to stare her down. One eyebrow lifted in silent query.

Hermione walked by him, seemingly impervious when right before she was to pass him completely, her hand grabbed his forearm. He turned with her motion and followed the mesmerizing sway of her hips. She led him into an empty statue garden. The air was crisp with impending fall but the night was still warm. Further still they moved, past the enchanted statuary who looked at the pair and gave marbled grins and winks to one another, into a grove which had been set into the park surrounding the museum.

Draco was beginning suspect that she wasn\'t going to make a move when of a sudden he found himself backed against a tree. \"What are you about, Granger?\" He asked, confused.

\"That\'s what I should be asking you, Malfoy. What did you think you were doing putting me up for auction and then paying that exorbitant price for me?\" Those lion eyes blazed at his. \"You did this on purpose. You practially coerced me into going and then you put me on public display.\"

She leaned in closer, planting a hand on either side of his head, trapping him against the rough bark. \"Let us get one thing clear. I like you, but you do not own me.\"

A grin broke over Draco\'s face like dawn breaking through a storm filled night. \"I like you, too, Granger. Very much so. But you\'re wrong about one thing.\"

Hermione moved closer to Draco until she was almost under his nose. \"Oh, really? And pray, what am I wrong about?\"

The grin on Draco\'s face filled out into a beautifully malicious smile. \" I do own you, at least for the next 36 hours.\"

A feral look came over Hermione\'s expression. Draco could see the myriad emotions running through her mind. He knew that she was operating on nothing but pure nerve and an overabundance of alcohol. He stood completely still, knowing that one misstep from him would result in a deviation from the desired outcome.

Hermione pressed her body against Draco\'s. He could feel the heat from her skin permeate through the layers of clothing. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, letting her lips brush so lightly against the lobe that he wasn\'t really sure if they\'d touched or not. \"No, my Lord Malfoy,\" she breathed. \"I think it is *I* who owns you.\"

And with that, she moved quicker than a striking cobra. Hermione captured his face in her hands and kissed him with a fervor he\'d not suspected under that normally bookish exterior. She devoured his mouth greedily and, God help him, he let her. When her little pointed tongue demanded entry into his mouth, he could not deny her.

The agile muscle slipped in around the warm, moist cavity of Draco\'s mouth quite expertly. His head began to swim with the force of her onslaught. Her felt her nimble fingers popping open the row of buttons marching down the front of his robes. When she got the robe off and puddling in the slightly damp grass, her mouth finally let up and she stepped back to take in the sight of him in his trousers and shirtsleeves. He could almost see her salivating.

Her eyes were wide and full of promise as she went to work on the buttons of his fine lawn shirt. Hermione got the buttons undone to the top of his waist and yanked the material free of the trousers. Draco\'s eyes flared as the sensation of the fabric whipping past his lightly furred belly registered on his nerves. She became impatient and ripped the soft cotton from waist to hem. Her little tongue came out to lick her lips at the sight of his bared chest, firm and not overly muscled, but more sinewy.

Hermione eased her wand from the garter at her thigh and made quick work of the rest of Draco\'s clothes. Clothed he was beautiful. Naked, he was magnificent. The tall lean body was completely unblemished except for a small tattoo coiling around his upper arm. The enchanted blue-green dragon was sleeping, little tendrils of smoke arising from its nostrils. Hermione was delighted and the Hogwarts motto sprang to mind. She extended a finger and tickled the sleeping dragon a bit, watching it awake and spew yellow-orange flames across Draco\'s bicep.

\"Ouch, Granger. I thought you weren\'t ever supposed to tickle a sleeping dragon.\"

She dimpled up at him in an impish grin. \"I\'ve never been this close to a sleeping dragon before. I couldn\'t resist the temptation.\" With that, she ran her hands over Draco\'s skin, revelling in the feel of the goosebumps from the chilled night air.

Draco shivered, and not just from the cool evening. Hermione attacked his body with her mouth, the urgency returning. His nipples were small and beigy-pink. They looked more delicate than a seashell. She licked at one with the very tip of her tongue. Draco felt his cock give a twitch as it started to stir. Sleeping dragons, indeed. This delightfully out-of-character Granger was going get everything that was coming to her tonight.

Hermione felt the tell-tale poke and stepped back to examine Draco\'s rapidly rising erection. She smirked as it continued to grow under her scrutiny. Seemed as if Malfoy was a grower, not a shower. That pleased Hermione as she saw the rumours were true. Reaching out a hand, she boldly caressed the tip of his penis. Hermione laughed inwardly as she saw the muscle tick in Malfoy\'s cheek as he forced himself not to respond.

A giggle did slip out as her hand worked him expertly. The blissful look that had come over Malfoy\'s features coalesced into something more dangerous. Hermione, too inebriated to notice, kept a clinical distance as her talented hands took on a more leisurely pace.

Draco was tired of her teasing. He reached both hands up to the mandarin collar encircling her neck. Hooking his fingers into the cool silk-satin, he ripped the brocade away to reveal her sheer black bra. Draco eyed her appreciatively. He smoothed the ripped textile from her shoulders and watched as it caught on her hips. Her figure was even better than he had hoped. With her height, he\'d expected her to be reed-thin but he should\'ve known by the way she filled out that dress that couldn\'t have been the case.

She had softly rounded globes for breasts. He couldn\'t make out the colour of her nipples in the moonlight, but he guessed that they were a pale shade of pink. Draco flicked open the front clasp of her bra, tossing it aside. Hermione stood there unashamed, half-naked in the starry night. Draco knew that it wasn\'t her normally modest style to be so bold, but he revelled in it as she found the zipper of the ruined dress and peeled it, along with the tights and pants off her legs.

He was faintly surprised to find that she was completely smooth. There was not a speck of hair on the deep cleft between her legs. That was all to the good. Draco had always preferred his ladies bare. It was a bit shocking to find all of his assumptions about Hermione thrown out of the window.

And there they were, standing in the moonlight, all the viciousness ebbing away as each was transfixed by the other\'s physical beauty. And then they came together as if water flowing. Mouths melted and arms entwined as they sank onto the soft blades of grass in that enchanted grove. Draco took the opportunity to savor Hermione\'s delicious mouth and she did the same. Her hands ran over his body, searching for and finding all of his hot spots. The pleased moans issuing forth from his lips confirmed her expertise.

When her hands closed over his penis once more, his eyes closed and then opened. He grabbed at her hands, pinning them over her head. \"No, love. If you do that anymore I should think you\'ll be sorely disappointed.\"

This time Draco only grinned at Hermione\'s soft and deep chuckle. He sat back on his heels and ran his fingertips from her hands down to the tops of her thighs. Hermione preened under his light stroking. His hands went back to her breasts and teased at the nipples until they were hard points. A low but hard noise escaped her throat. That was followed by the sweetest exhalation of breath that Draco had ever heard when he replaced his hands with his lips.

His mouth closed over a nipple, sucking and nipping at it until she was squirming under his attentions. When he transferred his mouth to the other nipple, Hermione\'s hands closed around the back of his neck, the fingers playing with the soft strands at his nape. Draco thought her teasing fingers would drive him mad, but first he wanted to drive her mad.

He kissed his way down her straining torso. Draco enjoyed the sound she made when he dipped his tongue into the indentation of her navel. He bit at the skin gently, leaving marks that burned her skin. When reached her thighs, he parted them with caressing strokes, taking in the sight and sounds and scent of her. Her arousal wafted up to him and affected him like the most powerful aphrodisiac.

Draco\'s head went down to taste the wet coral flesh that was so extravagantly on display. His thumbs parted her and feasted on the salt-sweet that flowed from there. His tongue moved around and around her hard and throbbing clitoris. Hermione fisted her fingers in his hair, tugging hard. Just as she thought it couldn\'t get any better, Draco slipped his tongue inside her and that was the most mind-boggling act of all.

Her orgasm came hard on the heels of that and Draco pulled himself up along her body. She could feel him seeking and gaining entrance inside of her. The small aftershocks were still firing along her synapses and she clenched down around his penis. Draco gasped at the feel of her boiling flesh clasped around him like a wet mouth. She did it again, this time consciously. The firmness of her grasp made him snap out of his momentary daze and he began to move.

He stroked the inner walls of her body like a master swordsman. He got Hermione used to a deep and hard rhythm and then switched. His thrusts came like lightning, quick and devastating. Draco dragged his hands along her body and filled his hands with her hips. He pulled her along with his movements, enjoying the various pleasure filled contortions of her face.

Hermione could feel the pressure building again, like a pot about to boil over. She felt herself being pushed up the mountain, higher and higher until all at once she was flung over, the contractions rippling outward to her fingertips. Draco kept moving, prolonging the moment and then came the time when he could no longer hold back. Hermione could feel the heat of his orgasm as hot spurts within her. It triggered another climax. This one was softer and not as explosive but it left Hermione completely wrung-out and their breaths came as soft pants in the cool night air.

She stroked Draco\'s head as it lay on her breasts. She could feel his heart racing along with hers. She felt sleepy and sated and her eyes slipped shut to fall into a contented slumber.