Unravel

Hermione had understood every word of every sentence that had ever been spoken to her. She understood what Professor Binns said every day. She understood what Umbridge was saying in her opening speech in the beginning of their fifth year. She even understood what Snape was saying when he went off on a complex rant of Potions, after Harry had miffed him. Never had she not understood what someone was saying until now. She wasn’t use to being puzzled, so she stared back at him, waiting for him to continue speaking, which he did.


His angelic chin was angled downward, all Hermione could see was his blonde hair falling over his eyes, “You are everything I have been raised to despise, and yet you are nothing like I was taught you should be. You are not stupid, and you are not unworthy of being a wizard, naturally if you were, there would be no way you could become Head Girl. You do not ooze anything and I have even felt it for myself that your skin is not dirty. You are not supposed to be like this and you are defiantly...definitely not supposed to be as beautiful as you are. I hate you so much it fucking hurts in my bones."


Not one coherent thing would come from her lips. Not like he thought she would take the news lightly. He had no idea what to expect from her. He still hated her with every fiber of his being, but he could not deny the fact that she was consuming him. As she had been doing since the first time he had laid eyes on her outside the Great Hall. Why else would he divulge himself into the task of breaking her. He had let her infest herself inside him. He hadn't won at all.


He knew once it was Granger who made his mind explode so fucking blissfully, that the day would have to end in some sort of indifference. Where the image had even come from was a mind fuck. There he was wanking to his own business when the image of Granger, nude, and with a face contorted in dire passion popped up and made him lose control. And she was underneath him, screaming out in pleasure for him. Not until he had hours to think it through on the bathroom floor did he realize that the stupid wench was all he needed. She was always right, always perfect, always beautiful. With out thinking the breathless words came from his mouth involuntarily, "Merlin I hate you so much."


She could see the turmoil furiously raging behind his eyes as he looked back at her, his face now only a short distance away from her own. Time had momentarily ceased. He closed the space between their lips so gracefully she didn't have time to reject. He was gentle and his lips felt soft against hers. His tongue darted out and licked across her bottom lip attentively. No one had ever kissed her like that. Her eyes slid shut without a second thought and she kissed him back with all her passion. He pushed against her harder pinning her down on her bed. He was spilling all his bloody guts in that one kiss and they both knew it. Heat waves were rushing quickly over their bodies and everything they were doing was so wrong it felt so incredibly right.


Draco's lips left her hot mouth to trace kisses down her neck across her bare collar bones. He heard her murmur something faintly, something along the lines of, "I fucking hate you too Draco." She had called him Draco! The sound of his name whispered from her lips increased his wild desires. She didn't care that his hands were roaming in places that no boy had ever touched. She just didn't want him to ever stop doing what he was doing.


He was there in her living quarters in her bed starting to do very bad and naughty things to her. Hermione thought she should be appalled , she should be wrestling for him to leave and never come back. It was just that everything about him since he had entered her room had been completely him. It was finally the real Draco Malfoy, and it was the biggest turn on.


She tasted so incredibly erotic, like forbidden fruit. All Draco wanted to do was taste every part of her skin and make her feel as if she were in heaven. He swirled his tongue in gentle circles down her chest and into the valley between her full breasts. Her tank top that she had changed into had made his access easier, and he couldn't be more thankful. She had only let out soft mews of pleasure and already he felt as if he would burst in his pants. If there were anything harder than pure diamond, than that was surely what was forming below.


She let his mouth travel down, and she even let his hands move in between her legs. She could not stop him. It had only been about a minute and already it was the furthest she had even been with the male species. His hand gently cupped over her sex and she jolted slightly, but it was enough to bring them both back to reality. He froze his movements but he did not move away, he didn't even move his face from between her tits. She could feel his heavy breathing washing over her skin. Even his breath was giving her shivers and sending tingles to areas she never felt before.


Say something, he thought. A million things ran through his head, but all that could come out was, "I need you Hermione."


It was barely there, not even a whisper, but she had heard it. And more than she had heard it, she had felt it. It was there in his movements and it was there in his tone. He really did need her. He made her feel alive and he made her feel wanted. Those two things alone were enough for her to grab his face between her hands and place her lips over top his in the most deep and compassionate act she had ever performed. She explored his mouth with need, tasting him for everything he had to offer. Time again seemed like a stand still as their tongues danced together. She kept his face held in her hands and once they were able to catch their breath she spoke back to him, "Ok."


It was simple yes, but it didn't need to be anything else but. Her amber eyes were ignited with something Draco had never saw there before. They glowed with desire. Thinking back on it, Draco had never once looked into the girl's eyes that he was perusing. Even if he ever did, he doubted they ever looked that gorgeous. He pounced on her again and placed himself over top of her to let her feel exactly what she was doing to him. He didn't want to miss the look on her face when she realized what it was, so he pulled away his lips to gaze into her face. Yes, there was surprise and shock. He smiled deviously knowing she had never felt like this.


Hermione could feel it between her legs rubbing up and down causing glorious friction. He felt amazing. His hot mouth finally resumed to their place on her collar bones and neck as his hands made quick movement to release her from her offensive clothing. His hands roamed lightly across her skin as they lifted her tank top up and over her head.


No bra.


A flush of color crept across her face as she felt him stop what he was doing to completely stare at her new revealed flesh. Why was he staring like that? Was she not pretty enough? Before her mind could mutilate her appearance anymore he swept down on her right nipple to nibble it gently. "Do...not dare...blush," he said between kissing and switching between each breast. "You're fucking...beautiful." They each hardened to a firm bud and his ministrations on them became harder. He began to graze his teeth and pull, each time receiving a louder moan.


"Yes, moan for me Hermione."


Merlin's beard. He said her name. Her real name. A bolt of pure pleasure ran through her body at the sound of it and she was suddenly aware that her panties were sopping wet. Well that has defiantly never happened before.


Draco could tell she was dying for a release, as was he...but for the damndest reason he wasn't at all concerned for himself. He just wanted to make his darkest fantasy come true. He never once let his mouth leave her sweet skin. He nibbled his way all the way down to right above the hem of her night shorts. The heaving of her stomach let him know she was breathing harder than he would after a game of quidditch. He looked back up into her eyes, they were zoned in on him and her face was exactly how he had pictured it that morning.


Leave her. Leave her right here right now and make her feel like the little slut she is. Draco had no idea where that little voice had come from, but he knew that it was surely the dumbest idea that he had ever had. Leave a goddess like this so ready and willing? He let his eyes wonder from her innocent face down over her shapely rack to her flat stomach, then finally at the spot where his lips were touching. Not even a herd of hippogriffs could pull him away.


Hermione watched as he slowly slid her shorts and panties down her legs and off her feet. She was completely naked in front of Draco Malfoy. When this moment came she thought she would be blushing with embarrassment, but the look in his eyes wouldn't let her be. He drank her in and loved the taste of every last drop he could lay his eyes on.


Draco wasn't the least bit surprised to find out that everything in front of him was completely clean shaven and beautiful. Perfect. On the other hand he was surprised that she wanted him so badly that she was dripping onto her thighs. He had to close his eyes and cherish her musky scent just for one moment before parting her legs and sliding his tongue along the outside of her slit as light as a feather. Her body quivered involuntarily and he couldn't help smiling into her lower lips.


Swirling and whirling bliss was stampeding through her whole body. With every slide of his tongue she could feel the electricity run through her. And then when she thought her head was so dizzy she would pass out he engulfed her entire clit into his mouth and sucked at it gingerly. Instantly her back arched high in the air and she groaned out a strangled, "Oh Malfoy!" Pressure was building directly behind the area Malfoy was pleasing and Hermione felt she just could not take it anymore. She hadn't even noticed that she had begun bucking her hips into his face. Her insides were stretching in the most wonderful way and then snap! Hermione Granger moaned out over and over again as she became overwhelmed with the most intense feelings of absolute pleasure she had ever felt in her life as her fist orgasm ever reverberated through her.


The room was filled with heavy panting for only a few seconds. Neither Draco nor Hermione took the time out to catch another breath, not like Draco could. After hearing the princess scream out his name he had to have more. It wasn't enough to hear it, he wanted to see it. He wanted to feel her insides clench around him and scream his name out while looking straight into her eyes. It seemed her ideas were along the same line. She instantly began to tear away his clothing and feel every part of his bare anatomy.
Hermione was mesmerized, border-line obsessed, with his amazing stealth body. The lioness inside of her had come out roaring, and she wasn't even anywhere near being her normal self anymore. After that mind-blowing orgasm the thoughts of her day were all the way on the other side of the world. Suddenly all those things she had heard about Draco from whispering girls in the corridors were so clear. The drive in her was only rushed on faster because of his fervorant reciprocation. They were both now on their knees facing each other, squeezing one another, kissing with such dire need that they're heads felt on the verge of exploding.


Her nimble little hands had no trouble undoing his belt buckle and ripping down his trousers. Finally, he wouldn't be straining against the annoying barrier of his pants. Draco watched in pure fascination as she kissed along his chest and past the fine line of hair that led to downward. No girl had ever taken control of him like this, he never let one. He didn't mind at all though, not even when she pushed him down and he fell onto his back with a bounce. He caught a short glimpse of her eyes, they were on fire. She all of a sudden slowed down her movements and took her time pulling down his pants and boxers to reveal what was underneath.


It would be the very first time that Hermione would be coming face to uh...penis, in her life. She had to take her time, especially since it was with the most gorgeous and sexually sought after boy in the wizarding world. She pulled them down slowly and looked up into his eyes as she did so. He was looking straight back at her. He was smirking, but it was a sexy smirk, no sign of maliciousness. His breathing had become hoarse with anticipation and his eyes were lidded with hot lust. They lit up a second later with a half smile included as his member sprung free and nudged her in the chin. Hermione broke her contact to stare at it. Now she understood the fascination he held when he had stopped for a few moments earlier to memorize the picture in front of him.


Draco took a deep breath as he felt her hand grasp around him firmly and then slowly move it from base to tip. That little minx! How did she know how to do that...probably read it in a book. He didn't care where she learned it or if she was even making it up as she went along, because the witch between his legs was the only witch ever to drive him this crazy. He couldn't take his eyes off her for one second. She was watching her hand glide along him with her lower lip clenched between her teeth.


It was by far beyond anything she had expected. Draco Malfoy was beautiful, if something so odd looking could be, because it was. She watched her hand glide up it’s length and back down again, realizing that her hand could barely fit around it. And the feel of it. It felt softer than any part of skin she had on her own body, it felt soft as velvet. Underneath though, that was hard as rock. She suddenly loved this part of Draco's body so much she had the urge to kiss it.


"Holy Fuck," Draco growled instantly. Those dirty plump lips he was fascinated with earlier were now making there way up and down is shaft agonizingly slow. He saw her smile into his skin, knowing that she was feeling the same way he did when he made her moan for the first time. After traveling its length a few times with tender kisses she finally licked the tip in a swirling motion. His hips jerked slightly wanting more. Her next move was so unexpected he actually moaned out a breathless,” God Hermione!"


It one quick move she engulfed him entirely, so deep into her mouth he could feel her throat clenching his ultra sensitive head. She suctioned him tighter in the back of her throat. No girl had ever, ever, done that. She stayed in place for a few seconds before pulling it all the way out until her lips set gently on his angry purple tip. Every pleasurable feeling he had ever felt in his life couldn't even come close to the web she had caught him in. Breathing, something which is usually a normal thing people can do, was becoming very difficult at that moment.


Hermione couldn't take her eyes from his face. He seemed so vulnerable, and he really was. All she had to do was get up and leave the room, teach him a lesson for years of the torture he had brought upon her. Look at him though, she thought. He is a magnificent person underneath. She could feel it in his touches, see it in his eyes. Those eyes that were normally so steely gray, but were now lighter with a splash of blue. No. She never wanted to leave him, ever. She continued to stare at his face until he was finally able to open his eyes and look at her right back.


He would never close his eyes again. Not after opening them to set his eyes on his Gryffindor princess with a mouth full of Malfoy. She gazed right back as she went up and down, each time letting it hit the back of her throat and give it a quick teasing clench before returning to the tip with a swirling tongue. "Please," he strangled out.


She knew what he wanted and there was not one protest that passed through her mind about the idea of giving herself completely to the man beneath her. Hermione sucked him one last hard time before crawling up his body to look into his misty eyes. Their past animosity wasn't present at the time and neither seemed to care. Draco took advantage of her new body position to instantly roam along her sides and finally between her legs. Their eyes never lost contact, so it was very apparent that when his fingers slid upon her slick folds that her face switched into a worried state.


Draco had no clue why he said it, and why he cared for it so much, but he had to ask. "What is it?" Even though in the back of his mind he had a twinge of fear of what it might be.


She looked down with scarlet cheeks before mumbling, "Draco, I'm a...virgin."


The way her words spilled out though, so innocent. He didn't care...well he did care. He cared so much he captured her lips with all the compassion he never even knew he possessed and mumbled through his pressed kisses that he didn't care that she was a virgin, in all reality he didn't even care that she was a mud- a muggle born. All he knew at that moment was that she was Hermione Granger and he needed her. He needed her in his arms, he needed to be kissing her, he needed to be inside her.


Tears almost formed in Hermione's eyes as she took in every thing he was spilling to her. She believed everything he was breathing into her mouth, was that stupid? Was he serious? How could he not be though. He had called her Hermione. He had let her see him in his most vulnerable state. His lips were back over her and his fingers had found their way to her nether folds. They swirled her clit teasingly a few times, making her hiss, before finding their destination. One finger went in easily into her hot cavern. He felt it there, just at the end of his finger, her innocence, her virginity. Her juices were freely flowing over his digits. How he had held on for so long with the rock hard hard-on he was carrying was beyond his own comprehension.

Hermione felt him enter a second finger as he pumped them into her and not soon after, a third. So far, it had been beyond words of quivering pleasure, but she knew that it was bound to become a little painful in just a few short moments. "Please," She whimpered.


Draco smiled at her. A smile of pure admiration, this girl was an absolute goddess. He couldn't help but tease her lightly, "Please what love?"


She was on her back arched up in the only way a girl having the things being done to her would be. He loved that her eyes were clenched tight and her teeth were once again biting down on her lower lip. She was barely able to respond though, all she could say next, almost on the verge of tears again was, "Draco please."


Why was he doing this so slow, she needed more, she needed it now. Fire was burning deep down inside and all she could focus on was the waves of pleasure beginning to flood through her for the second time. "Draco stop."


The firmness in her voice actually did make him stop what he was doing. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her there laying beautifully naked on the bed wide open just for him. Except he was curious to see what she was thinking. "What is it? What's wrong?"


Was that actual concern in his voice? She sighed like a school girl at him and momentarily forgot why she actually had stopped him. He was still looking at her quizzically, but she could only smile. What she wanted to say sounded so dirty in her head and she wasn't sure if her mouth would actually allow it to escape. But she certainly couldn't let him sit there in bewilderment for much longer. "It's just that..."


"You can tell me, I promise I'll do anything for you." Complete sincerity.


She blushed lightly and looked down. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her lips feather light, "What is it?"


A bashful smile still remained on her face, but she had to go for it, this was it. This was their moment. "I just want..." She finally looked up into his eyes, now brightly blue as a summer's day, "I want you inside of me when..." She had never let out such a deep and private confession like this, it was hard!


"You want me inside you when you come again." Well he had no trouble, the dirty Slytherin prat. He was smiling when he said it, but he couldn't help it. He had never been with a girl so innocent before. "Well love, I would love nothing better than it to be that way." Their eyes were locked again and with his last statement eruptions of burning need flooded back into them. Kisses were burning long traces of fire all over their bodies as he positioned himself over top of her. Never in a million years did Draco think that he would be in the position he was in. Above her, hovering and ready to make her mind explode with the most euphoric experience she will ever have in her entire life. Her eyes seemed scared so he reassured her with another passionate kiss. "I promise I'll take it easy, and I promise to not hurt you."


Hurt me? In the sense of the physical way they were about to perform? Or was there more behind that statement? Hermione pictured the day she would lose her virginity in her mind at least a trillion times since she discovered the opposite sex. It was suppose to be special, with the one you love. Oddly enough her expectations had been shattered into distorted fragments in her heart, but it was in a good way. She felt no apprehension, she felt completely at ease with what was happening around her. It scared her yes, because that meant that there were definitely feelings that were being brought up from the ugly pits inside her. She cared for this boy, this man, and he was about to take something from her that she will never be able to get back.


She has fought trolls, dealt with giants, even came face to face with numerous Death-Eaters. She could do this. Something deep down in her gut was telling her that this was right for her...but what did this mean to him? She couldn't dwell on it because he was there. He was at her entrance and she could feel his soft tip pushed right up against the outside her wanting opening. And his eyes, they were boring right into her down to her soul. She could see the want and the pure need filling them. There was something else. Fear. But what did he have to be scared of?


Why was she hesitating so? Draco didn't think he could hold off for much longer. He could feel her juices beginning to slide down him. Was she going to reject him? No. Because right then she grabbed his face between both her hands again and jammed her tongue so far down into his mouth he knew it was permission to continue. He entered slowly, painfully slow for him. It was taking all his mental force to not jam it in and ram her into the floor boards. Her whole gorgeous body and face were driving him wild, he felt like an animal.


It wasn't so bad. He was filling her up in ways she never even imagined, but then he came to the wall, the wall that needed to come down if the rest of their night was going to be as amazing as they were both desperately hoping. "Ready?" He asked in a sincere, almost loving voice.


"Yes,” she whispered.


It was a quick jab and an agonizing bolt of pain shot straight from her sex all the way up to her throat. She tried to not let the tears slide out, but it hurt, it actually hurt really bad. He stayed there for a moment a worried expression clouding his features. "Hermione, are u alright?" But him keeping so still inside her felt even more uncomfortable.


"Yes, just move," She let out in a strained voice.


He obliged to her request and began thrusting slowly and in deep thrusts to let her adjust to the girth. She couldn't help the lone tear that slid down her cheek, yes it hurt, but it was beginning to feel more like an almost wanted pain. As much as it made her feel a bit sore she wouldn't want it any other way. There was no way she would let him stop now.


He noticed her tear and instantly swooped in to lick it off. "Don't cry, I promise it gets better."


She had to laugh slightly, "You have been making quite a few promises tonight Malfoy."
He stared at her with all seriousness and responded, "And I swear to all Merlin that I will keep every last one of them."


He began to move faster inside her, letting her inner walls clench down on his aching member. Watching her face was putting him in a trance. She looked like a goddess when she screamed out for more. Draco continued his pace a little longer before switching to a slower one. She was able to catch her breath and her beautiful doe eyes finally had a chance to open. They looked hot with passion, but her mouth seemed worried as she nibbled her bottom lip. He slid in and out even slower, he never wanted the moment to end. Teasing Hermione Granger had just become his favorite hobby.


Hermione felt like pouting. Why was he doing it so slow? Every time he slid out to where just the tip was in her, she wanted him to slam back in, but he wouldn't.
He couldn't. Her face was finally the way he had been dying to see it all day, contorted with dying want for him. She was whimpering and she couldn't help the small plea that came out, "Please Draco, please." Fucking Merlin he thought, there really is a fine line between love and hate.