Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 2: Another Side of You









Draco nudged her slightly and she stepped from the lift and into a small, paneled entryway. When the lift closed behind them and began to descend, Draco withdrew his wand and unlocked the wards on the penthouse door. He stepped aside as the door opened and his lips quirked into a little half smile. “Come inside and make yourself at home.”









“Said the spider to the fly.” Hermione whispered as she crossed the threshold of his home. She was surprised by the open airy space. Tall windows made up one entire wall and she could see out over the city. It was beautifully decorated, dark rich wood and leather furniture was arranged perfectly on the thick carpets that were strewn over the hard wood floors.







“Your home is lovely.” She said, noticing the gleaming concert grand piano in the corner, its shiny top littered with sheets of music. Drums sat close by along with an acoustic guitar, a cello and a violin. “Just how many instruments do you play?”









“I told you, I play several. The flat’s appearance is my mothers doing. I don’t give a nifler’s ass about decorating.” He said with a chuckle as he tossed his jacket into a chair and reached for hers. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, sliding her jacket from her shoulders and tossing it aside.









“I didn’t even drink the one I ordered at the bar.” She said nervously. She felt a jolt in her stomach when his fingers brushed over her neck.









“Somehow I don’t imagine you drink much anyhow.” From the sound of his voice she could tell he was close. She walked a few feet forward to the window and looked out over the city.







“Why did you come home with me?” He asked softly. He let her move away, sensing her nervousness. “You obviously do not make a habit of going home with men.”









“No, this would be the first time I ever considered such a thing.” She said, rubbing her bare arms trying to warm them. She glanced back over her shoulder to see him sitting on the back of a sofa watching her. “Why did you bring me home with you?”









“I want you.” He said simply, his eyes glittering in the dim light filtering through the windows.









“Why? I saw the women in the bar trying to talk to you after you played, beautiful, sophisticated women yet you didn’t look interested…why me?” She asked, confused and a little afraid.











“I didn’t bring you home just for a shag, Hermione. Sex is easy enough to come by. I learned a lot about myself over the years, and one thing that became clear early in my adulthood was that shallow women do very little for me.” He said his brow lifting at her incredulous expression. “I want the challenge of a woman with a mind of her own, one who can not be bought. A woman whose pulse races at the thought of me not the number of galleons in my pocket.”









“I didn’t exactly offer you much of a challenge to get me here tonight.” She said.









“You have been challenging me for nearly fourteen years.” He smiled. “In this instance I am quite pleased not to have to work so hard.”









“You say you wanted me in school…but for the life of me, Draco, I can not recall a single moment that would have made me think that.” She said.







“It happened after you nearly broke my nose.” He said, an amused twist to his lips. “After I nursed my wounded pride I kept replaying your face. The spark, the fire in your eyes when you had your wand pressed into my flesh. Damn, you have no idea how many nights I laid in my bed and got myself off thinking about it.” He saw her face color and chuckled. “I would sit in transfiguration and watch you take all of that impossible hair and twist it, then shove a quill through it so it was pinned to the back of your head. I would get so frustrated because it made me hard every single time and I wanted to lean forward over my desk and lick the back of your neck.”









She was leaning against the wall now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her pulse raced at his confession. She was afraid to believe him, afraid it was a trick. She did not trust him yet she had been unable to stop herself from going home with him.







This man was so different from the spoiled boy she remembered. Gone was the petulant and arrogant prat who had cursed her teeth and hurled insults at her for seven long years. In his place was a calm, collected man who had slipped from beneath his parents watch and made a separate life for himself. A life that by all appearances was happy and successful.









“Are you playing me?” She asked softly. “Am I here so you can get revenge…so you can annoy your parents?”









Draco began walking towards her, his fingertips running over the cool glass of the windows as he approached. He stopped, the tips of his black leather boots touching the toes of her trainers. Her breathing hitched audibly when he brought his hand up to brush the backs of his fingers down her cheek.









“I would be an idiot to bring you into my home with the intentions of playing you, and I have no need for revenge.” He lowered his head and brushed her nose with his. “As for annoying my parents…while it is a pastime I find highly amusing, I don’t go about regaling them with tales of my sex life.”









“So we are going to…you know…have sex?” She asked nervously. Draco chuckled and pushed her hair back off of her shoulder before laying his hand along the side of her neck, his thumb under her chin, forcing her to look at him.









“If that is what you want.” He said softly, his other hand settling into the curve of her waist. “Is that what you want, Hermione?”









“Yes.” She sighed before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. “I’m just nervous…it has been…well it has been a long time since…” She flushed and tried to tuck her chin, to lower her gaze but Draco wouldn’t allow it, he tightened his hold on her neck and kept her face turned up, her amber eyes locked with his.







“How long?” He asked.









“Eight years.” The words tumbled from her lips without consideration.







“That is a very long time, Hermione. Why so long?” Draco moved closer, placing one foot between both of hers and leaning into her. He lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her throat, smelling her skin and absorbing the sweet scent of her hair.









“There has been no one since Ron and I broke up, I have been married to my job, too busy to get involved.” Her hands came between them, resting on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her hand and his hot breath ruffling the curls near her ear.









“He is the only lover you have had?” Draco asked, his stomach clenching at the thought of her inexperience. She had been with Weasley right after school and Draco was certain that while she probably knew the mechanics of it inside and out, she had very little experience with letting go, riding the wave of passion and letting it completely overtake her. Knowing he could be the one to show her had his body humming.









“Yes.” Her fingers curled into chest when he bit lightly into her earlobe.









“By morning you will believe that there was never anyone before me.” He breathed hotly into her ear. “You will realize that no one else has touched you, kissed you, or made love to you the way you deserve. By morning no one will exist for you but me.”









“Draco.” She whimpered his name just before his lips claimed hers. His tongue feathered over her lips for a moment before tapping lightly at the seam and dipping inside as soon as she parted them. She tasted just as sweet as he had always imagined. He growled low in his throat as he deepened the kiss, his lips opening wide over hers, licking and sucking at her mouth voraciously.







Hermione was lost, overwhelmed and undone all with a simple kiss. Her legs shook as she clung to his shoulders, helpless to do anything but try and return his kiss. Finally her limbs failed her and her knees buckled, sending her slumping against him, her arms clasping around his neck to keep from hitting the floor.









Draco pulled his lips from hers reluctantly, bending down to lift her into his arms, bringing her legs around his waist as his hands settled just under her round backside. Passion darkened amber was reflected in pools of silver as he carried her across the room, down a hall and into a darkened bedroom. He whispered an illumination spell and a few, flickering candles sprung to life, casting the room in a soft glow. He set her on the edge of a rather large, high bed and pulled away from her for a moment.







“Get off the bed!” He barked hoarsely. Hermione’s eyes widened and she started to get up. “Not you, love, him.” Draco said.







Hermione turned to meet the gaze of a rather put out looking black Newfoundland. She cocked her head to the side and stared at the odd animal. He was missing half of one ear; one eye drooped lower than the other and a gleaming white fang hung over his bottom lip. The dog made some sort of snorting noise and slid from the bed, looking back at them over his shoulder as if he were disgusted before he made his way towards the door with an odd, limping gate.





“Draco, what is that?” She asked, watching the animal as it stopped in front of Draco, its tongue lolling from the side of its mouth.







“My dog. His name is Studly.” Draco said, kneeling down to scratch the dog’s head.







“What’s wrong with him?” She asked as the dog rolled onto his back and made the most horrifying noises she had ever heard while Draco scratched his belly.







“He’s a rescue animal, his previous owners abused him.” Draco said softly.







“Why did you name him Studly?”







“He has low self esteem; I wanted to make him feel better.” He said with a smirk as he got to his feet. “Out, Studly! I have company and three’s a crowd.” The dog rolled onto his feet and with a whimper walked out the door and into the hall.









Draco shoved the door closed behind his pet and turned back to face Hermione. He withdrew his wand and cleansed his hands, tossing his wand onto the dresser beside the door. He reached behind his head and grabbed a handful of his tee shirt and pulled it forward over his head, then tossed it onto the floor.







Hermione inhaled sharply, amazed at the lean, ripped torso he revealed. His arms were long and sinewy, his chest smooth yet well sculpted. His stomach however was a work of art. His abdominal muscles were tight and clearly defined the expanse of ridged flesh smooth except for a thin line of downy hairs that began just below his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.









“You look good in muggle clothes.” Hermione croaked, her eyes locked on the bulge pressing into the zipper of his jeans.









“That’s a good thing; somehow I think that wearing wizard’s robes in London might make people wonder.” He smiled as he walked towards her. “You on the other hand look terrible; we need to get you out of those clothes as soon as possible.” What was sad was that he was only half joking. She didn’t look very good in the ill fitting, unflattering clothing and it wasn’t just because he wanted to get her naked.









For the first time since they began their journey she smiled at him and it nearly took his breath away. He reached for one ankle and lifted it, removing her shoe and dropping it to the floor before reaching for the other one. Her socks followed and he was reaching for the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms and let him pull it over her head and throw it across the room. He gave her a slight shove and she fell back onto the mattress. He attacked the jeans she was wearing, eager to get the too large article of clothing off of her.









If she were his he would take her shopping and buy her a new wardrobe filled with nothing but fine things. He tugged the loose fitting denim off and threw it across the room, growling softly at the sight of her in white cotton knickers and lace bra. She looked perfect, pure and virginal. She lay there, staring at him through lowered lids as he looked her over. He figured she was blushing, but she wasn’t trying to cover up, wasn’t trying to hide from him. She let him look and that turned him on all the more.







“You are lovely.” He whispered, running his fingers over her abdomen, smiling when she wiggled slightly at the tickling caress.









“For a mudblood?” She gasped at the fierce look on his face.









“Don’t use that word, ever.” He growled. “Never, for one minute think that I do not mean every word I say to you. I am a lot of things, but I am not a liar.”









“I’m sorry, Draco.” She whispered, feeling horrible that she had upset him. Some part of her couldn’t help it; she was in bed, nearly naked with Draco Malfoy, spoiled prat, pureblood and almost death eater. Her childhood nemesis and object of her secret desires. She couldn’t quite get her mind around it to be honest.









“Don’t be sorry, Hermione, just trust me a little. I’ll be good to you, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Draco whispered. He reached for her hands and pulled her up; he stood between her legs at the side of the bed and placed her hands on his belt. “Now, unfasten me witch.”







Hermione fumbled with the buckle for a moment before finally working it loose and pulling the belt free from its loops. She dropped it to the floor, wincing when it clinked loudly against the hardwood. She nervously popped open the button and lowered his zipper, her eyes widening in shock when she realized he was wearing nothing beneath his jeans. She looked up and the devil winked at her.









Draco stepped back, wondering if he had ever been with a woman as wide eyed and innocent as Hermione Granger. The surprised look on her face was priceless. Her eyes were locked on his open fly as he backed up a few steps, as though she was hypnotized. She watched him removed his boots and socks, her eyes still fixed on that bared vee of lightly furred flesh. Draco stepped to one side and then the other to see if her gaze would follow, he smiled when it did.







He shoved the jeans down his hips and kicked them off, then began walking towards her in all his naked glory. She blushed furiously but her eyes never left his cock. She licked her lips unconsciously as she admired the hard length of heavily veined flesh. She wasn’t exactly an expert on male genitalia, but she figured, based on what she had seen, that Draco definitely didn’t fit in the average category.







He was long, thick and hard, the heavy rod pointing straight at her as he stepped between her legs. The patch of golden curls at his base was, for lack of a better term, well manicured. His balls were smooth and tight, drawn up snug against his body. Every inch of him was a temptation urging her to touch, lick and suck. She had never felt such desire before, never experienced anything like the urges she was now fighting with the unusual man in front of her.





“I want to see your breasts.” He said quietly, the tip of his index finger tracing along the lace edging on her bra. A soft pink flush crept over her chest and throat and he looked forward to seeing it grow darker and more prominent before the night was over. He ran his fingertips down her arms, bending just a little to take her hands and guide her to stand in front of him.





She whimpered when he reached around her, his fingers deftly releasing the catch on her bra. He pulled away slightly, removing the scrap of cotton and lace and baring her breasts. He looked at her, completely unapologetic as he ogled the soft globes of flesh. They were so lush, heavy and soft in his hands when he cupped them, lifting them, pressing them together and kneading her flesh. He toyed with the tight, brown nipples, plucking them, rolling them between his fingers, squeezing and manipulating the tiny peaks until her eyes were rolling back into her head with the pleasure of his touch.







Draco was mesmerized by her responses. They were completely unstaged, pure and raw, unlike anything else he had ever known. He wasn’t sure that she would even know how to fake her pleasure, hell from the eager way she responded to his touch he was starting to wonder if she had ever experienced true pleasure at the hand of another.





“Damn, Granger, you are incredible.” He growled as he bent his knees, dipped his head and sucked one of the taut buds into his mouth. He drew long and hard on her nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and lashing at it with his tongue. She cried out sharply, her hands coming to the back of his head unsure if she wished for him to stop or continue. His assault on the sensitive tips was almost painful…at first. The longer he manipulated them the more she liked it as the heat spread through her.







She felt the throbbing, aching need pooling between her thighs and she felt empty. She was desperate, needy, feeling as though she would crawl right out of her skin if he didn’t do something soon. She didn’t have to wait long as his hands slid beneath the band of her underwear to curve over her bum and pull her tighter against him for a moment.







“These need to go….now.” He growled and pushed the white, virginal cotton down over her hips and thighs to fall at her feet. Cupping her backside once more he lifted her and set her on the mattress. “Scoot back.” He said as he crawled into the bed to kneel in front of her. She had her legs locked tightly together as she leaned back, braced on her hands.







“When we were in our seventh year you were picking on me, calling me the Frigid Lioness,” Draco smirked slightly; leave it to Granger to bring up the past. “You said my legs were locked together with an unbreakable sticking charm.”







“I was a prat in my youth, I’ll admit it.” He said softly as he rested his hands on her knees. “Show me how wrong I was, Granger, open those pretty thighs for me.”







He pushed lightly and she slowly parted her legs for him. He could see the soft, swollen folds glistening in the flickering candlelight and his cock lurched, eager to get more familiar with the shadowy cleft. His hands moved slowly up her thighs, caressing the tender crease where thigh met pelvis with his thumbs. He slid them further in and used them to part the plump petals of her sex.







The sweet scent of aroused woman tormented him as he began to lightly stroke the satiny, slick flesh. His fingers dipped into her, spreading the slippery fluid pooling at her entrance. He watched them move over her, his cock pulsing painfully in anticipation.







“I can’t wait. I need to be inside you right now.” He whispered harshly, his hands sliding to the outside of her thighs then beneath them, lifting and spreading her wide as he pulled her hips up onto his knees. She gasped a shrill little sound of surprise that had her throwing her arms around his neck. He adjusted her, helping her to bend her legs and brace her feet flat on the mattress on either side of him. With one hand clasping her bottom and the other holding his cock steady he urged her over him, rubbing the sensitive head through the wet petals before slipping into that hot little niche of her opening.





“Take me into you.” He whispered, his tongue swiping over her lips. She exhaled sharply, blowing hot little puffs of air against his mouth as she inched her pelvis forward, sliding her body over his. “God damn it you’re so fucking tight!” He groaned. Both of his hands were filled with the soft flesh of her buttocks, his fingers digging into the plump rounds as she impaled herself inch by torturous inch on his cock.





She kept her eyes locked with his as the thick, steely length of him parted the tender flesh of her body. Muscles long unused made way for him reluctantly as he filled her, burning slightly in a pleasure/pain combination that had her gasping for air. She held tight to his neck and took him that last couple of inches that seated him fully inside her, sighing with relief to finally have the emptiness she had been feeling filled.





“Show me.” She breathed against his lips. Shyness fled in the wake of passion, desire consuming all other emotion as her body hummed with need. She felt reckless, restless and desperate all at the same time, somehow sensing that he knew just what she needed. He caught her lips with his, his tongue filling her mouth, taunting, tasting and slowly torturing her. His hands tightened on her ass and he urged her to rock her hips slowly back and forth as he thrust up and in to her.





“Give me your tongue.” Hermione made a soft mewling sound and let her tongue slide past her lips and brush against his. “That’s my girl.” He cooed just before he wrapped his lips around it and suckled gently. He licked, nipped and nibbled until she began to reciprocate, her hips moving faster, sliding him deeper into the shadowy haven between her thighs.





Hermione was quickly losing control as Draco sucked on her tongue. She wondered if the hot, wet suction of his mouth around her tongue compared to how it felt for him to have his cock deep inside her. She gave her hips a little experimental roll and her clit rubbed up against his pelvis. Both of them moaned loudly at the same time.





“Oh yeah, do that again you little vixen.” He said, sliding his hands up her back to curl over her shoulders. He tucked his face into the side of her throat and began to run soft, sucking kisses down the tight tendon of her neck. She rolled her hips again; her head arched back while Draco pushed up into her and pulled down on her shoulders.







It felt so good to have him grinding so deep inside her, better than anything she could remember from her previous experience. She was moaning in earnest, her hips moving continuously as she climbed higher and higher. Draco tightened his hands on her shoulders and arched her back further. His lips moved down over her chest to clasp around one of her pouting nipples. When he sucked it felt like there was a direct connection between her nipple and her clit.







“Oh god!” She yelled, grinding her hips hard into his as the spring of desire coiled tightly in her belly released and sent her flying over the edge. She clutched at his shoulders pulling herself up and pressing her body full against his as she shuddered in his arms, her hips still moving franticly over him as she rode out her orgasm..







Draco held her tight, loving the feel of her soft breasts flattened against his chest. She was sobbing softly, the light whimpering sounds not ones of sorrow but of joy. He had a feeling that it was the first time she had let go and really enjoyed the pleasure a person could obtain from the body of another.





“Hold on to me, tight.” He whispered in her ear as he began lifting his hips and thrusting into her hard. He clasped her hips as he drew nearly all the way out and then slid right back into her so that she felt every single inch of him moving through her pulsing, sensitized flesh. Her grip on his neck was nearly choking as he bounced her in his lap, plunging his cock into her with repeated force until she once more convulsed around him. The silky, rippling glove of her sex pulling him with her as he thrust deep and held tight inside her as he came.







“Draco.” She sighed against his shoulder then turned her face into the side of his neck. He groaned, sliding his hands over her bottom and along her thighs to curl behind her knees and lift her legs around his hips as he lowered her back onto his bed. He withdrew slowly, careful of her swollen, tender flesh and rested between her thighs.







“You were certainly worth the wait.” He pushed a few tendrils of hair from her sweaty, flushed face. She probably would have blushed if her cheeks weren’t already rosy from their passion.







“I can barely move.” She said, her eyes half closed with a sleepy grin on her face.







“Then we did it right.” He chuckled, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over them. He whispered a spell and the drapes over the windows pulled closed, blocking out the graying light of approaching dawn.







“I should go home.” She mumbled tiredly.







“Sleep here with me.” He said as he pulled her up against him.







“Don’t want to be another notch on your drumstick, Draco.” She sighed.







“You aren’t. I don’t bring women here, you’re the first.” He whispered. “You’re special. Now shut up and go to sleep.”





He needn’t have bothered, she was already there.