Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

AN: This is where things get hot and heavy between Hermione and Draco. Yes, I'm aware that things are going a bit fast for Hermione's character, but considering that this is AU, I'm allowed, so nyaa :P. You have been warned, so if your squeamish about sex related words, go elsewhere. In fact, don't even be on the site because I'm pretty sure that the majority of the fics uploaded have sexual terms in some sort or other. Mine just happen to be explicit. Teeheehee. ~~ENJOY~~

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hot4edward: You officially popped the story's review cherry! While I do agree that a bath scene between Hermione and Draco would be tempting, I've decided to go a different route. Hopefully you'll like it! As to the other thing you'd like to hear, just be patient, it's coming up in later chapters! Draco's attraction will be explained but this chapter and probably part of the next is dedicated to smutt!!! Whoot!

Chapter Two: Perception conception

Draco had dutifully left a change of clothes in the adjacent room to his, hoping that he guessed her size right. The house elves who summoned the clothing assured him that they would fit regardless of her form because they were magically enhanced to do so, but Draco still worried that Hermione would find fault with something. The girl noticed everything and often spoke her mind.

He paced in his room, nerves taut and mind racing. Just on the other side of the wall was a gorgeous witch, although muggle-born, extremely bright and talented. It took all his willpower to keep himself from opening the the connecting door and joining her in the shower.

Draco had a feeling that even if she was taking a cold shower, their combined body heat would be sufficient to raise the temperature.

He heard the taps turn off after ten agonizingly long minutes. He gave her another two to get suitably dressed before he quickly strode to the door and jerked it open.

Apparently he misjudged the time.

Hermione had just wrapped a white towel around her midsection and was reaching for one to dry her hair when a draft wafted across her wet skin and she shivered. Turning, the shiver was accompanied by a small scream.

“DRACO!”

Said boy was standing stock still, drinking in every drop of her like a man dying of thirst. A forceful stirring in his lower abdomen made him suck in his breath with a hiss. Hermione's knuckles were white with the grip she had on the towel. Her eyes never left his.

“Merlin, Hermione...” Draco finally found enough within him to utter. He took a not altogether unwilling step forward and Hermione reciprocated with one backwards. Draco's eyes raked over her body once more before settling on the shocked and scared browns.

Draco took another step forwards, backing Hermione up against the closed door on her side of the shared loo.

“Draco, don't...” Hermione started but was cut off once again by his eager lips claiming her's as their own. She stiffened momentarily but a soft nibble on her lower lip softened her entire body. It molded easily to his, soft planes and hard angles cupping and filling perfectly in each depression and mound.

Slender arms wrapped around Draco's neck, picking up from where they left off earlier. Hermione was passed caring. Her body was telling her to get on with it and the pull was hard enough to banish all logical thoughts. A soft squeal in the back of her throat was heard when Draco suddenly picked her lithe body up and held it to his. Hermione wound her legs around Draco's waist and linked behind him by the ankles.

Slowly, faces melded together with intensity, Draco made his way backwards out of the bathroom and did a complete 180. With each step closer to his large bed, his heart hammered in sync. Wet hair curtained the teenagers' faces, droplets of cool water dripped onto their persons and rolled off in glorious beads of light.

Draco felt the foot of his bed meet his shins and slowly tilted Hermione down until her back rested on the top of the comforter that was expertly laid out on the mattress. Lips parted company and eyes that were darkened with lust found each other again.

“Hermione...do you know how beautiful you are? How desperately I want you?” Draco murmured in an undertone. Pink patches blossomed on Hermione's cheeks, a pearly smile shone for him alone. Draco groaned and closed his eyes. His pants felt uncomfortably tight and despite being dripped on by cool water, he felt feverish and clammy at the same time.

Hermione's hand traced the line of his strong jaw from the perfectly molded ear to the slightly pointed chin that was a Malfoy trademark. Gooseflesh erupted under her fingers as they slowly left his face and danced down his neck. Another soft groan was her reward.

“Draco...” Hermione whispered, her voice betraying the shiver in her body. Concerned, Draco opened his eyes and finally noticed her body quivering. Weather it was from the cold or being scared, he was not sure. He hoped the former because at least there was something he could do about her lack of body heat.

With a muttered oath, Draco dove down onto Hermione's wet neck and pressed firm kisses along the curve. Hermione let out a soft, sobbing sigh at the intense feeling Draco's touch gave her. She wound her fingers into his silky soft and baby fine hair. Her head tilted upwards and pressed into the bed, mewling her delight.

Draco swallowed a guttural moan and felt his body hardening. A soft gasping sigh from Hermione told Draco that she felt it too. He trailed his lips up her jawline and back down over her chin. She moved her head a fraction and claimed Draco's lips simultaneously pressing her whole length up against him.

“Fuck, Hermione...Don't do that...” Draco pleaded, his ragged breath growing louder. He pulled away slowly, noticing that the towel had loosened from around her body. A quick flick of his wrist would expose her flesh for his taking, but he refrained. Hermione interpreted his smoldering look correctly and glanced down at her scantily covered body.

Draco's thumbs massaged the dip in her hips through the thick fabric of the towel, itching desperately to feel her smooth skin against his own. A slight grind from his hips elicited another delighted sound from both of their throats.

Hermione slid her hands from Draco's head and placed them firmly on his chest. Draco immediately stopped all movement. Fearing rejection, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He felt her scoot further back from him onto the bed completely.

Draco opened his eyes and caught his breath. Hermione had indeed scooted further back onto the bed but in the process, she allowed the towel to remain behind. Her tanned skin glowed like molten honey in the dying light of the evening. Her half dried hair fanned out around her head in a brunette halo, streaked with lighter shades that glinted gold.

Pert mounds rose and fell with each breath she took, nubs stood out in contrast, dark pink against tawny flesh. Long manicured fingers clutched the bedspread gently. Slim stomach flared out smoothly to her hips, and just lower was a third mound crowned with a light down of hair. Firm, toned legs parted slightly and Draco nearly lost his head.

He quickly shucked off his sweater exposing the rippling alabaster muscles of an active Seeker. The sweater fell where it did, neither of the two mindful of anything but hormones. Draco crawled slowly up onto the bed over Hermione and he didn't bother to hide a smile at the shiver that ran through her skin when his trouser's brushed lightly over her already sensitive skin.

Hermione tilted her head back into the bed and closed her eyes. Her acceptance of him only fueled Draco's actions and with relish, he took advantage. With a trembling hand Draco trailed baby soft fingers up Hermione's conclave stomach. Hermione arched slightly up to his touch until his palm cupped her breast and she let out a soft sigh.

Draco felt the pink nub harden in his hand and leaned down to take the other into his warm mouth. Another cry from the woman beneath him caused a flush to spread through his body like wildfire, engulfing him in flames of desire. How had he let her escape his notice before this?

Hermione's body writhed lightly on the bed, the tender ministrations of the blonde atop her sent sparks to each of her nerve endings. Draco's hand began kneading one breast so she scissored her long, shapely legs out from under him to wrap securely around his waist. She felt Draco reach behind himself and pull something from his back pocket.

Draco raised his head from Hermione's chest long enough to whisper a muted spell. Hermione felt a warm hard lump of flesh press against her inner thigh and hitched in her breath. Draco's spell dematerialized his slacks and boxers, making them reappear on the floor not far from his casually dropped sweater.

“Draco...I can feel your...” Hermione said quietly but dropped the sentence when Draco ground his hips against hers gently.

“Hermione, I can feel your...” Draco started to respond with a smile until Hermione quickly covered his mouth, giggling. Her giggles subsided and a scared look crept back onto her face.

“You...You don't have to do this, Hermione.” said Draco. He eased up off her slightly just to show her that he'd stop if she asked him to.

“Would it be so bad if I did want to?”

Draco gave her a beaming smile and shook his head. Blonde locks fell gracefully over his eyes making him, if possible, more handsome. Hermione's legs gave a small squeeze from their position around his waist. If she hadn't known better, the grimace that resulted from Draco would have made her think he was in pain. In a way he was. He was achingly hard and pre-come was already dribbling from the slit on his head.

Draco leaned back and loosened Hermione's legs from around his hips slightly in one fluid movement. He took his shaft in his hand and glanced down to Hermione's waiting virginal cove.

“I don't want to hurt you...” He whispered.

“I trust you.”

Hermione's words struck a chord deep inside Draco. He felt his heart swell and it made him slightly dizzy. Hermione trusted him?

“Merlin...” He swore, inching forward to rest his glistening head against Hermione's moist, untapped well. He felt just as scared as she did. But she didn't know that he was a virgin as well. While everyone at Hogwarts believed him to be the stud of Slytherin, he had yet to take a woman to bed. Until now. His insides shook with the thought of plunging into the honey haired goddess and he almost lost his load at the mere thought.

“Draco, please...” Hermione cooed, lifting her hips slightly to tempt the stalled young wizard.

Draco bit back a harsh grunt from her actions then finally succumbed to the desire they shared. Angling his hips slightly, he pushed into Hermione with agonizing slowness and he noticed Hermione's hands fist into the bedspread. Her eyes were screwed up tight and her mouth hung loose to allow her ragged breath more space.

Draco pushed farther into Hermione until his head was completely submerged within her warm folds then farther until he heard Hermione give a small cry that echoed surprisingly along with his own. She felt like a vice and he was certain his girth was spreading her to the breaking point. Two inches wide at least and over seven and a half long, he was by no means average. He was sure Hermione was coming to that conclusion as well.

“Ah...gods, Draco..” She moaned and he slipped further into her.

He desperately wanted to buck up into her but he checked himself at the last minute. Hermione's thighs were tight around his body and they grew tighter after he almost fully hilted inside her, three inches later.. He chanced a look up and saw her eyes were wide but unfocused, lost in the daze of pleasurable pain.

He felt a blockage within her and tested it's limit with a gentle thrust. Hermione cried out yet again and raised her hands to grip his shoulders. Realization dawned on him and he met her eyes. Slowly they focused on him. Their gaze locked as he pushed harder. Hermione made to cry out again as Draco's cock broke through her barrier but he silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss.

Draco slowly pulled out and took a chance. He plunged back into her, the sound of their flesh meeting in a slap sent a shiver down his spine. Hermione moaned wantonly, breaking the kiss with a jerk of her head to the side. Her slightly swollen lips let loose a string of soft oaths, each one like a lover's caress to Draco's ears.

“Oh, gods Draco, please. Oh, please, more...”

He gave her more.

AN: Yea, it's short. But there's still more to come...like Draco and Hermione! >)