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2. Second chapter
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews! Here is the last chapter (I know, short, huh? That's just how the spacing worked out).
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WHEN IN ROME
by lord oberon
Chapter 2
Draco's POV
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“Hermione…” he struggled to get his breath, “Are you absolutely sure?”
Those soft fingers wrapped around his and pressed his index finger against that button. “Yes, Draco.”
He couldn’t help the grin that came to his face as she said it, and Hermione laughed a shaky laugh in response. He stared into her eyes, whispering, “I love you, you know,” and she laughed more. Then her smile became shyer, as his finger slipped the button down and then he put his hands at her hips. Mmm, those hips. The skin was so soft!
Slowly, he slid the skirt down her legs. The cloth was loud in the sudden silence, and Hermione breathed loudly with nervousness. “I’ll be gentle,” he said. Her eyes got a little teary and she smiled up at him.
The skirt was off. Draco looked his beautiful girl up and down – yes, his – and felt his cock aching even more at the sight. She didn’t have long, long legs, but they were supple and fine. She wore a pair of dark blue panties with a high arch over the leg, and a surprisingly shaven line.
“Of course you’d be neat,” he said, rolling his eyes. She giggled.
“And of course you’d notice,” she said. He could tell she liked that he had noticed. Had she done it on purpose, for him, he wondered. The thought made a low growl rumble from his throat. Immediately Hermione’s eyes went wide, and then her mouth pursed in a curious look.
“What was…that?”
“Mmm, Hermione…” he whispered, burying his face in her long curly hair, “You’re making me wild…” He felt his breath quickening against her. Just knowing that his cock was only a few layers from touching her bare thigh directly, from the sweet core behind those panties….oh, it was nearly enough to drive him to do everything fast, but he held his urges back.
“I wonder how much wilder I can make you,” she whispered. Her voice was a little wavering, a little throaty, and Draco found he liked her voice like that. It sounded delicious. He stroked his fingertips slowly up and down her thigh, up…and down…up…and down…her flesh was warm beneath his fingertips, so sweet and warm with blood…don’t think of that! You’ve already had that thirst fulfilled…
He lifted his head up and grinned at her. “Oh, you can’t even imagine how wild…you won’t even recognize me.” His voice became a whisper as he thought of this. Would she like to see him in his lust towards her? He would be different. Would it frighten her? Would she not like him? He didn’t like that idea, suddenly, of displeasing her. He thought her anger was sexy, even her fear was sexy at times, but…disgust? No. Disgust made him think of how Lucius thought of him. He didn’t want Hermione to feel that towards him.
She sensed his perturbed thoughts, and her hand crept to grip his bare shoulder suddenly. “Draco, what is it? What’s wrong?”
He discovered his own voice was husky, a little, as he said, “I…” He turned away. “I don’t want to disappoint.”
She laughed, and for a second that hurt. Was she secretly already disappointed? But then her soft fingers were at his chin, urging him to look at her. He saw that on her face was a sweet look of compassion, her mouth sweetly smiling.
“Draco, don’t be silly! You can’t disappoint me. Impossible. Draco…” She sighed, her gaze trailing over him, “You are beautiful.”
He snorted, and laughing, took her tighter in his arms. “Oh, please…” But secretly, it made him smile. She was captivated. This was going to be no problem.
His hand went back to stroking her thighs, slowly up and down. At the same time he leaned down, to give a gentle, wet kiss to the side of her neck. It was a gesture that thanked her for all she had done for him. It thanked her for allowing him to use her, to drink from her.
Then, with her eyes on him, watching him, watching his every move, Draco bent his head to again lick over her breasts, all around, every inch. She moaned, squirming again, and he reveled in the sound. It made his arousal throb in his trousers. He didn’t think he could wait any longer.
He eased himself over her lap, and finally, after waiting so long, began to push against her. Even grinding through the cloth, it felt so good. She squeaked at the sensation, but Draco was too far gone to open his eyes and see if this was a good sound or not. Just the sensation, with his cock so close…
The growl built up within him, fierce and longing in his chest, and he couldn’t stop it from bursting past his throat. He moved a little faster now, grinding his body down harder against her. To his surprise, she even liked the growl, clutching his arms harder with her small hands, gasping.
He stopped, abruptly, and it was so hard to do it but he made himself do it. He couldn’t take this too fast. He didn’t really want to go fast, did he? He wanted to savor it…but his body urged him to be faster.
No. For her, he reminded himself. Think of her.
So, achingly slow, he slipped a finger beneath the waistline of her panties, and with his breath caught in his throat, he eased them down off of her body, until she was lying before him like a nude goddess.
“Hermione,” he gasped. That was all he could say. She allowed his hand to gently ease her legs a little more apart, and shut her eyes as his finger slid down into the hot wet of her core. He couldn’t stop himself. It was too good, the sounds she made, the sight of her, the way she was so hot and wet and tight…
Slowly he worked her a little with his finger, easing it up and down, curling a little to bring a groan of need from her. His patience shortened with that lovely sound and he bent down, and didn’t even bother with slowness this time. He didn’t lick her thighs, he didn’t skim the wet lips of her opening with his tongue…Instead, he just licked into her, deep and long, and it was the most satisfying thing, to savor it, to smell her lust, to feel her thighs clench against him.
Her thighs were soft and so hot against his cheeks. They rubbed over him, as he licked into her deeper, harder. His cock was so hard, he felt like he was ready to die. But even as he was dying he was living, her heat was driving him into madness, because while he wanted her pleasure and tasted her sweetness on his tongue, his cock begged him, urged him fuck her fuck her and he wanted it so badly…he wanted to be violent, to hammer her against the wall until she couldn’t even stand or make a single sound. And he wanted to drink from her at the same time, to experience pleasure at its utmost singing within his body.
But she murmured his name, and that reminded him of how much she loved him. So he pulled away, he licked the last of her pleasure from his tongue, and watched as she floated down from the deliciousness of orgasm.
She was like a drunken thing, murmuring his name and lying so still, with a silly beautiful grin on her face. She giggled, and he laughed with her.
He clambered up to give her cheek a kiss and whisper softly in her ear, “Am I good, or aren’t I?”
“So good,” she crooned, and her voice was that same throaty breathlessness it had been earlier that he so loved.
He lay down next to her, pressing his body against hers. It felt so good to feel her softness against him, to feel her curves, to watch as her chest rose and fell. And then she opened her eyes to look at him, and he saw a glimmer there of mischief, saw her take a deep breath in some sort of brave Gryffindor resolve.
Before he could even ask, she was doing it. He had opened his mouth to ask, but then his brain disappeared somewhere, because her hand sidled up his thigh, and then it brushed down, between his trousers and his shorts, to gently hold his cock. He couldn’t breathe because it felt so good. Her hand was warm and slick with sweat. He gasped as she took it further; she tugged it all off of him, a blush burning her cheeks red and spilling down to her breasts. Her gaze took him in, all of him.
Draco regained his composure a little, as she looked at him, and flexed his muscles a little. He smirked, saying, “You like what you see.” It wasn’t a question. He knew she did. It was there in the smile on her face, in the way her hands trembled.
“Yes,” she whispered, “Oh, yes indeed…” And to his ever greater surprise, she bent her head down. He shuddered as he felt the soft curling wisps of her hair caress his thighs, and then the hot slickness of her tongue touched his cock, teasing the underside in a series of short licks.
He moaned, burying his hands in her hair, his whole body full of pleasure as her licks became more confident, long and hard. She hungered for him now, her tongue swiping up and down. He felt the pleasure bursting through his every cell as she took the head into her mouth and determinedly sucked an achingly slow rhythm.
That opened up the cage and released the monster. Rational thought, human thought, left him, shattered, and he whirled her over to press his body against hers. As he kissed up and down her skin, he murmured her name over and over. The silk of her thighs touched the throbbing heat of his cock and then he was inside her, and only when she said his name did he remember his promise, to be gentle.
He moved slowly, and her hands held his wrists with such force he knew that, however gentle he tried to be, it hurt her a little. She bit her lip, and then it was done, and then he moved a little faster.
Before too long she was sitting up, leaning into his body. He curled his hands down under her buttocks, to push deeper inside her, longer and harder. His breath was gone and she was rubbing all over him, grinding back against his hips as he pounded into her body. He pounded to the rhythm of her breath, to the rhythm of her sighs and moans and crying out, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew was making sounds too, loudly calling out her name, thrusting into her with the demon of lust making him roar. He thrust hard into her body, and the bed protested a little but he didn’t care if they broke it. He wanted her too much.
He wanted the way her breasts were wet with perspiration when he touched her. He wanted the way her fingers stroked up and down his chest, grabbed his shoulders, even biting him in ecstasy. He wanted her hands gliding all over his body, her loud cries, the way her thighs shook against his and he kept pushing into her deep, hot wetness. He wanted the way her virgin, sweet body held his cock in a tight fist, and the way her brave Gryffindor qualities allowed her, somehow, to tolerate all of his force. He wanted the indentations of her fingernails as she squeezed his buttocks, his thighs, and he wanted the blissful expression on her face, the way her tongue went wild when he kissed her.
She held onto the bed at the end because he pushed her so hard, her hands white as they grasped at the mattress, at the sheets, feebly. So he gave her his arms to hold, hard and long, as he pounded her so hard that his breathing was harsh in his lungs. The lust was crackling within him, a wild, fulfilled animal, and he bit his tongue for the urge it gave him to drink of her while he fucked her.
Finally, the animal came close to satiation, and he felt the pleasure burst throughout him so strongly that he felt overwhelmed. He came hard, his pleasure coating her thighs. She sighed against him as he collapsed in a shuddering satisfaction over her body.
But then, for he knew he must be heavy, he slid back onto the bed, and allowed her to snuggle against him and rest her head upon his chest.
For a long time, they slept. When Draco woke up, the night was utterly dark and beautiful beyond the window. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon was so round and full it made him stare out at it. Beauty.
He turned, and looked down into another beauty, into the glowing warmth of her brown eyes. She was smiling at him. That was a good sign. After everything she had experienced of him, she hadn’t given up on him.
He asked the question that he didn’t really want to ask: “Did I frighten you?”
She smiled, and then said, “Just a little. But I liked…how strong you were…” She blushed, and he couldn’t help but to lean in and lick her cheek.
“Good,” he said. He felt a satisfaction and confidence growing in his chest, and chuckled at how good that felt. It was a warmth in his body, like her warm skin pressed up against him.
“You,” he breathed, and stroked a finger down her nose, “were so excellent and beautiful that it took my breath away, and also…” he swallowed, because this was hard to say, “it satisfied me, so much, and that is a feeling I rarely get. I feel utterly content and happy.”
She smiled and sat up, and he sat up too. Then she kissed him, and the kiss was slow and wonderful, her lips easing over his, her tongue sidling in his mouth gently.
“I love you,” they both said at the same time, and laughed.
He watched as she lay back against the bed, calm and beautiful and totally revealed. He grinned in delight as she crooked a finger, and he obediently leaned down to put his ear by her mouth. She licked him, first, and then whispered, “Want to do it again?”
He kissed her once, twice, three times, before gasping an answer, “Yes.”
THE END
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Thank you for reading, please review!
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WHEN IN ROME
by lord oberon
Chapter 2
Draco's POV
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“Hermione…” he struggled to get his breath, “Are you absolutely sure?”
Those soft fingers wrapped around his and pressed his index finger against that button. “Yes, Draco.”
He couldn’t help the grin that came to his face as she said it, and Hermione laughed a shaky laugh in response. He stared into her eyes, whispering, “I love you, you know,” and she laughed more. Then her smile became shyer, as his finger slipped the button down and then he put his hands at her hips. Mmm, those hips. The skin was so soft!
Slowly, he slid the skirt down her legs. The cloth was loud in the sudden silence, and Hermione breathed loudly with nervousness. “I’ll be gentle,” he said. Her eyes got a little teary and she smiled up at him.
The skirt was off. Draco looked his beautiful girl up and down – yes, his – and felt his cock aching even more at the sight. She didn’t have long, long legs, but they were supple and fine. She wore a pair of dark blue panties with a high arch over the leg, and a surprisingly shaven line.
“Of course you’d be neat,” he said, rolling his eyes. She giggled.
“And of course you’d notice,” she said. He could tell she liked that he had noticed. Had she done it on purpose, for him, he wondered. The thought made a low growl rumble from his throat. Immediately Hermione’s eyes went wide, and then her mouth pursed in a curious look.
“What was…that?”
“Mmm, Hermione…” he whispered, burying his face in her long curly hair, “You’re making me wild…” He felt his breath quickening against her. Just knowing that his cock was only a few layers from touching her bare thigh directly, from the sweet core behind those panties….oh, it was nearly enough to drive him to do everything fast, but he held his urges back.
“I wonder how much wilder I can make you,” she whispered. Her voice was a little wavering, a little throaty, and Draco found he liked her voice like that. It sounded delicious. He stroked his fingertips slowly up and down her thigh, up…and down…up…and down…her flesh was warm beneath his fingertips, so sweet and warm with blood…don’t think of that! You’ve already had that thirst fulfilled…
He lifted his head up and grinned at her. “Oh, you can’t even imagine how wild…you won’t even recognize me.” His voice became a whisper as he thought of this. Would she like to see him in his lust towards her? He would be different. Would it frighten her? Would she not like him? He didn’t like that idea, suddenly, of displeasing her. He thought her anger was sexy, even her fear was sexy at times, but…disgust? No. Disgust made him think of how Lucius thought of him. He didn’t want Hermione to feel that towards him.
She sensed his perturbed thoughts, and her hand crept to grip his bare shoulder suddenly. “Draco, what is it? What’s wrong?”
He discovered his own voice was husky, a little, as he said, “I…” He turned away. “I don’t want to disappoint.”
She laughed, and for a second that hurt. Was she secretly already disappointed? But then her soft fingers were at his chin, urging him to look at her. He saw that on her face was a sweet look of compassion, her mouth sweetly smiling.
“Draco, don’t be silly! You can’t disappoint me. Impossible. Draco…” She sighed, her gaze trailing over him, “You are beautiful.”
He snorted, and laughing, took her tighter in his arms. “Oh, please…” But secretly, it made him smile. She was captivated. This was going to be no problem.
His hand went back to stroking her thighs, slowly up and down. At the same time he leaned down, to give a gentle, wet kiss to the side of her neck. It was a gesture that thanked her for all she had done for him. It thanked her for allowing him to use her, to drink from her.
Then, with her eyes on him, watching him, watching his every move, Draco bent his head to again lick over her breasts, all around, every inch. She moaned, squirming again, and he reveled in the sound. It made his arousal throb in his trousers. He didn’t think he could wait any longer.
He eased himself over her lap, and finally, after waiting so long, began to push against her. Even grinding through the cloth, it felt so good. She squeaked at the sensation, but Draco was too far gone to open his eyes and see if this was a good sound or not. Just the sensation, with his cock so close…
The growl built up within him, fierce and longing in his chest, and he couldn’t stop it from bursting past his throat. He moved a little faster now, grinding his body down harder against her. To his surprise, she even liked the growl, clutching his arms harder with her small hands, gasping.
He stopped, abruptly, and it was so hard to do it but he made himself do it. He couldn’t take this too fast. He didn’t really want to go fast, did he? He wanted to savor it…but his body urged him to be faster.
No. For her, he reminded himself. Think of her.
So, achingly slow, he slipped a finger beneath the waistline of her panties, and with his breath caught in his throat, he eased them down off of her body, until she was lying before him like a nude goddess.
“Hermione,” he gasped. That was all he could say. She allowed his hand to gently ease her legs a little more apart, and shut her eyes as his finger slid down into the hot wet of her core. He couldn’t stop himself. It was too good, the sounds she made, the sight of her, the way she was so hot and wet and tight…
Slowly he worked her a little with his finger, easing it up and down, curling a little to bring a groan of need from her. His patience shortened with that lovely sound and he bent down, and didn’t even bother with slowness this time. He didn’t lick her thighs, he didn’t skim the wet lips of her opening with his tongue…Instead, he just licked into her, deep and long, and it was the most satisfying thing, to savor it, to smell her lust, to feel her thighs clench against him.
Her thighs were soft and so hot against his cheeks. They rubbed over him, as he licked into her deeper, harder. His cock was so hard, he felt like he was ready to die. But even as he was dying he was living, her heat was driving him into madness, because while he wanted her pleasure and tasted her sweetness on his tongue, his cock begged him, urged him fuck her fuck her and he wanted it so badly…he wanted to be violent, to hammer her against the wall until she couldn’t even stand or make a single sound. And he wanted to drink from her at the same time, to experience pleasure at its utmost singing within his body.
But she murmured his name, and that reminded him of how much she loved him. So he pulled away, he licked the last of her pleasure from his tongue, and watched as she floated down from the deliciousness of orgasm.
She was like a drunken thing, murmuring his name and lying so still, with a silly beautiful grin on her face. She giggled, and he laughed with her.
He clambered up to give her cheek a kiss and whisper softly in her ear, “Am I good, or aren’t I?”
“So good,” she crooned, and her voice was that same throaty breathlessness it had been earlier that he so loved.
He lay down next to her, pressing his body against hers. It felt so good to feel her softness against him, to feel her curves, to watch as her chest rose and fell. And then she opened her eyes to look at him, and he saw a glimmer there of mischief, saw her take a deep breath in some sort of brave Gryffindor resolve.
Before he could even ask, she was doing it. He had opened his mouth to ask, but then his brain disappeared somewhere, because her hand sidled up his thigh, and then it brushed down, between his trousers and his shorts, to gently hold his cock. He couldn’t breathe because it felt so good. Her hand was warm and slick with sweat. He gasped as she took it further; she tugged it all off of him, a blush burning her cheeks red and spilling down to her breasts. Her gaze took him in, all of him.
Draco regained his composure a little, as she looked at him, and flexed his muscles a little. He smirked, saying, “You like what you see.” It wasn’t a question. He knew she did. It was there in the smile on her face, in the way her hands trembled.
“Yes,” she whispered, “Oh, yes indeed…” And to his ever greater surprise, she bent her head down. He shuddered as he felt the soft curling wisps of her hair caress his thighs, and then the hot slickness of her tongue touched his cock, teasing the underside in a series of short licks.
He moaned, burying his hands in her hair, his whole body full of pleasure as her licks became more confident, long and hard. She hungered for him now, her tongue swiping up and down. He felt the pleasure bursting through his every cell as she took the head into her mouth and determinedly sucked an achingly slow rhythm.
That opened up the cage and released the monster. Rational thought, human thought, left him, shattered, and he whirled her over to press his body against hers. As he kissed up and down her skin, he murmured her name over and over. The silk of her thighs touched the throbbing heat of his cock and then he was inside her, and only when she said his name did he remember his promise, to be gentle.
He moved slowly, and her hands held his wrists with such force he knew that, however gentle he tried to be, it hurt her a little. She bit her lip, and then it was done, and then he moved a little faster.
Before too long she was sitting up, leaning into his body. He curled his hands down under her buttocks, to push deeper inside her, longer and harder. His breath was gone and she was rubbing all over him, grinding back against his hips as he pounded into her body. He pounded to the rhythm of her breath, to the rhythm of her sighs and moans and crying out, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew was making sounds too, loudly calling out her name, thrusting into her with the demon of lust making him roar. He thrust hard into her body, and the bed protested a little but he didn’t care if they broke it. He wanted her too much.
He wanted the way her breasts were wet with perspiration when he touched her. He wanted the way her fingers stroked up and down his chest, grabbed his shoulders, even biting him in ecstasy. He wanted her hands gliding all over his body, her loud cries, the way her thighs shook against his and he kept pushing into her deep, hot wetness. He wanted the way her virgin, sweet body held his cock in a tight fist, and the way her brave Gryffindor qualities allowed her, somehow, to tolerate all of his force. He wanted the indentations of her fingernails as she squeezed his buttocks, his thighs, and he wanted the blissful expression on her face, the way her tongue went wild when he kissed her.
She held onto the bed at the end because he pushed her so hard, her hands white as they grasped at the mattress, at the sheets, feebly. So he gave her his arms to hold, hard and long, as he pounded her so hard that his breathing was harsh in his lungs. The lust was crackling within him, a wild, fulfilled animal, and he bit his tongue for the urge it gave him to drink of her while he fucked her.
Finally, the animal came close to satiation, and he felt the pleasure burst throughout him so strongly that he felt overwhelmed. He came hard, his pleasure coating her thighs. She sighed against him as he collapsed in a shuddering satisfaction over her body.
But then, for he knew he must be heavy, he slid back onto the bed, and allowed her to snuggle against him and rest her head upon his chest.
For a long time, they slept. When Draco woke up, the night was utterly dark and beautiful beyond the window. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon was so round and full it made him stare out at it. Beauty.
He turned, and looked down into another beauty, into the glowing warmth of her brown eyes. She was smiling at him. That was a good sign. After everything she had experienced of him, she hadn’t given up on him.
He asked the question that he didn’t really want to ask: “Did I frighten you?”
She smiled, and then said, “Just a little. But I liked…how strong you were…” She blushed, and he couldn’t help but to lean in and lick her cheek.
“Good,” he said. He felt a satisfaction and confidence growing in his chest, and chuckled at how good that felt. It was a warmth in his body, like her warm skin pressed up against him.
“You,” he breathed, and stroked a finger down her nose, “were so excellent and beautiful that it took my breath away, and also…” he swallowed, because this was hard to say, “it satisfied me, so much, and that is a feeling I rarely get. I feel utterly content and happy.”
She smiled and sat up, and he sat up too. Then she kissed him, and the kiss was slow and wonderful, her lips easing over his, her tongue sidling in his mouth gently.
“I love you,” they both said at the same time, and laughed.
He watched as she lay back against the bed, calm and beautiful and totally revealed. He grinned in delight as she crooked a finger, and he obediently leaned down to put his ear by her mouth. She licked him, first, and then whispered, “Want to do it again?”
He kissed her once, twice, three times, before gasping an answer, “Yes.”
THE END
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