Upside Down

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The next morning saw better moods for everyone all around. Hermione and Ruby had stayed up well into the night talking over what had happened with Tom. Hermione thought the young man sounded a bit…off, but her instincts hadn’t went on high alert just yet, as Ruby had conveniently forgot to mention that the young man’s eyes were a fetching shade of red. That alone might have sent Hermione into overdrive, but what Hermione didn’t know she couldn’t react to…

But Hermione, trying to respect Ruby’s feeling, didn’t project her odd feeling. Ruby had shared her story of her one boyfriend, and Hermione wanted Ruby to be happy, even if it was with a guy that Hermione didn’t approve of. Besides…there was always the chance that Hermione was wrong…

Hermione wrapped her house robes around her, intending to get the Muggle paper and see if anything odd had happened. She lifted the wards and opened the door, unprepared to see two small vases of flowers sitting at the doorway. She looked out, glancing from side to side to see if the mystery giver was still there. She bent down, and looked at the vases.

The first was a green-colored vase, filled with one silvery-white rose. It had a small white card attached to it.

Miss Granger

I apologize for keeping your cousin so late. Don’t be too harsh on her.

T.R.

Hermione blinked. This Tom fellow had sent her flowers….yet another example of his oddness. Ah well. Hermione assumed the other vase was for Ruby. It was a white vase filled with several slender twigs of pink and white dogwood flowers, with a small novelty American flag stuck in the middle. The arrangement was pretty, if untraditional…

Hermione picked up the vase, and brought it into the flat, the paper forgotten. She brought the two into flat, and set them on the table. Then, she went to Ruby’s room to wake her. When she reached the room, she discovered Ruby was already awake, and gently tapping away at the laptop Hermione had provided for her.

“Ruby? Would you come into the main room, please?” Hermione asked. Ruby looked up, and then closed her computer. She padded from her room, curious about what her cousin wanted. She spotted the flowers almost immediately, and melted into a puddle of feminine awe.

“Oh! He sent flowers? And dogwood, too! That’s the North Carolina state flower! And look at the little flag!” she gushed. She picked up the little card, and squealed when she read it.

Ruby

Every woman needs someone to listen to her. I’m glad I could listen to you. Enjoy your flowers, and I hope I can see you again soon.

Tom

“Oh Hermione….I want you to meet him. He’s so dreamy!” Ruby cooed. She picked up the vase, and took it to her room.

When she walked through the door, still staring at the card, and tilted her head when more scrawling words appeared beneath the others.

I hope I didn’t get you in trouble. I know we’ve only just met, but I feel such a connection to you. You feel like a kindred spirit. If your keeper is amicable, maybe we could meet for lunch. I promise to have you back much earlier this time. (and then he had proceeded to draw a tiny smiley face)

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Draco lounged on Hermione’s sofa, watching some mind-numbing show on the television. His mother was starting to go into ‘hormone mode’ and it was getting on his last nerve. She actually started crying when he asked her to pass the cream at breakfast. So…he was crashing at Hermione’s…let his father deal with the crazy bat.

Hermione sat down beside him, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She nestled herself into his side, sighing softly at the familiar warmth.

“Thank you for being there for me when I was going crazy with worry.” She said. He smiled at her.

“No problem, dove. Do I get a reward for being a good boy?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. Hermione looked up at him, studying his face. With Ron, she had felt pressured to have sex with him. It was a looming cloud over them. She had, of course, but only in an attempt to shut him up. It hadn’t worked…

And he was even more pissed to find out that he hadn’t been her first. But she refused to tell him who had been, because Ron’ temper would have put him in Azkaban for murder. In retrospect…maybe she should have told him about Anthony Goldstein…

And even though Draco hadn’t specifically mentioned it, she felt drawn to him physically. Their make-out sessions were heavenly, and when he had gone down on her….explosive. She could only imagine what else he could do. Besides…last night had been so stressful. She felt that she needed to….unwind.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked, moving the bowl of popcorn aside and resting her hand on his thigh. He looked down at her hand, and then back at her face.

“Is it the same thing that you have in mind?” he asked, his silver eyes lighting up. She inched her hand up slowly.

“Perhaps. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you proved that your silvery serpent tongue was good for more than getting yourself out of trouble.” She said, her voice taking on a husky undertone.

“Eew. Please….other people live here…”

Hermione and Draco looked up to see Ruby watching them with a strange look on her face.

Draco gave a small smirk, lacing his fingers through Hermione’s hair.

“May we help you?” he asked.

“I was wondering…if…I could…maybe…possibly….perhaps…go out to lunch with Tom? I promise I’ll be back earlier this time. Please?” she begged, employing the large puppy dog eyes she had shown Tom the previous night. Hermione laughed at the obvious tactic.

“Do you think you can be back by three?” Hermione asked. Ruby looked over at the clock. Ooh….that gave her two and half hours.

“Yes!” she said, nearly bubbling with the effervescent excitement. Hermione smiled.

“Then yes, you can go. But when you come back, I’d like to meet this Tom fellow.” She said. Ruby nodded.

“Kay! I’m going to go put on something more suitable!” she said, and ran to her bedroom. She emerged only a few minutes later, looking like an entirely different witch. She was wearing a long A-line green skirt, a peasant-sleeved black shirt, and black short-heeled Mary-Janes. Her eyes were lined lightly, her lips glossed clear, and she had a dusting of glitter across her eyes.

Hermione chuckled softly. She looked magnificent without looking like a whore. Had she tried to ‘show stuff off,’ Hermione would have been forced to put her foot down. But at times Ruby was a bit old-fashioned, and for that Hermione was grateful.

“I’ll be back soon!” she exclaimed, and rushed out the door.

Draco looked at Hermione, one eyebrow raised. “You’re really letting her go?” he asked. “After what she put you through last night?”

“I’m not her mother, Draco. I’m trying to teach her that as long as she takes responsibility, and asks for permission, then she’s allowed to do things. If she can prove to me that she can follow instructions this time, then I’ll give her more freedom. She needs to get used to going out on her own.” Hermione said. Draco shrugged, and wrapped his arms around Hermione.

“I do believe we were talking about something else…” he purred. Hermione’s hands found his thigh again, rubbing his leg through the material of his jeans. He looked so hot in jeans. Hell…he’d look even better without them.

“What exactly were we talking about?” she asked coyly, suddenly moving to straddle his lap.

“If I’m not mistaken, you were hinting that you wanted me to strip you naked and fuck you across the sofa.” He said brazenly. The look on Hermione’s face almost made him think he’d gone too far with his comment, but when a slow, creeping flush appeared on her face, and her brown eyes darkened considerably, he suddenly knew that she liked dirty talk. Yes!

“That is…if that’s what you want…” he said, his voice low. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to strip you down to nothing, toss you on the floor, and fuck you until you walk funny?” he noticed her shifting on his lap, and put his hand on her hips to pull her downward, grinding his erection against her. “Is this what you want?” Her eyes were almost black with lust, and her breathing had quickened. “You have to tell me…I won’t do it until I hear the words from you.” He said, leaning forward to nibble on her earlobe. She let out a strangled groan.

“Draco….please….” she begged, pressing her own hips against his to try and relieve the ache he had stoked at her core.

“Please what?” he growled, and trailed his nibbling kisses over her jaw line, making his way to her throat. He was delighted when her hands found his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt. His own hands flew up, grabbing hers to pause her. “No! Not until you tell me what you want…” he said, and thrust his hips up against her. She whimpered softly.

“I…I want…umm…”

“Yes…come on…you can say it. Tell me what you want me to do.” He encouraged her, nuzzling her throat.

“I…want…you…want…to…” her speech wasn’t coming out as planned, her train of thought decimated by her proximity to him.

“Tell me, my little wildcat. What do you want me to do?” he repeated, pulling away to lock his molten silver eyes with her dark brown ones.

“I want you…to…s-strip me….and…um…”

“Yes…yes…” he whispered.

“And…f-fuck me…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Rub you?” he teased. She wasn’t getting away with that tiny little whisper.

“Fuck me.” She said a little louder.

“Snub you? That doesn’t sound romantic at all…”

Hermione’s eyes flashed, and she pulled her hands from Draco’s grasp, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pressing her nose against his.

“I want you to fuck me!” she snarled. Draco’s grin was rather feral. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and quickly began to peel it off of her. When the shirt was free, their lips found each other’s, and Hermione’s hands also re-discovered the buttons to his shirt. She gave up trying to undo them halfway through, and pulled hard, buttons pinging off as she ripped the shirt off him. He chuckled against her, pulling away momentarily to remove his undershirt as well.

This was the first time Hermione had gotten to touch the front part of him. She had rubbed medicine on his back, and even saw him touch the front, but she hadn’t gotten to have her hands on his bare skin as of yet, and she liked it. A lot.

His skin was pale, almost alabaster, but with light scars running across his chest and well-defined abs. Hermione also knew that there were fresh pink scars running across his back. He had a light dusting of fine blonde hair across his chest, and a slightly thicker trail that started at his navel and traveled down into his pants. Hermione needed to see where it ended.

She tackled his buttons with gusto, and he shifted his hips upwards so she could pull his pants over his slender hips. She helped him remove his socks and shoes, and then completely pulled his pants away, and threw them across the room.

Her eyes were drawn the considerable tent in his boxers. His cock gave a strong lurch when she licked her lips.
But she stood, and made a show out of ridding herself of the rest of her clothes, stopping only when she was completely nude. And Draco was very appreciative of her body. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were big enough o fill his hand perfectly. Her waist tucked in so that he could almost touch his fingers if he rested his hand on her hips…oh her hips….they flared out sensuously, complimenting her soft, pillowy bottom and slightly thick thighs. And there was the curly little thatch of hair right above her womanhood.

“Gods you look so fuckable right now…” Draco breathed. His cock was throbbing painfully as he watched her kneel between his legs, going back for his underwear. She carefully lowered the waistband, sighing happily as his engorged member popped out, pointing right at her face. He shifted his hips again so that she could remove the offending garments completely, tossing them wherever his pants had landed.

She admired his tool, with its long, thick shaft and purple fluted head. There were already beads of precum leaking from the tip, and she leaned forward and licked them away, causing a most delightful grunt from Draco.

“Tease.” He growled. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly hooded.

“If you want me to tease you…” she purred, gently reaching out to caress his heavy balls. He hissed softly.

“No, witch, I want you to get up here and let me fuck you.”

She complied very willingly. She rested her knees on either side of him, facing him, and grasped his erection in her hand. It had been a little while since she’d been….active, and as much as she wanted that beautiful monster inside her, she didn’t want it to tear her apart. So she was going to set the penetration pace. She placed the head of his cock right at her glistening opening, and gently began to ease down. He breathed a curse as his cock was slowly immersed in her tight, hot, and oh-so-wet sheath. She let out a strangled groan when he bottomed out inside her. She opened her eyes, which she had closed in bliss, and looked into his molten silver eyes.

“Have I told you lately that you’re beautiful?” he asked, resting his hands on her hips.

“Less talkee, more fuckee.” Hermione said, moving her body up off of his dick, leaving only the head inside her. Draco growled softly, and thrust up, causing a sweet gasp from Hermione.

They were soon together in an age-old rhythm, thrusting and backing away in time with each other. Hermione was a responsive little witch, cursing and groaning loudly each time he hit a particularly sweet spot.

Hermione held on to Draco’s shoulders for dear life, her nails biting into the pale flesh quite deeply. Draco was sure she would draw blood…

Hermione felt an orgasm building, the intense pleasure starting at her feet and shooting upwards, seizing her body in the throes of passion. Her head threw back, and with a shrill cry, she came hard, her pussy clamping hard on Draco’s cock. He actually had to pause for a moment, the clamping bordering painful as she came.

But Draco was nowhere near done with this witch.

He picked her up, still connected at the hips, and changed their position to a missionary, with her back pressed against the sofa cushions. Then, he began pumping his hips against her again, his cock ramming her mercilessly, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other mingling with his grunts and her moans.

Draco made her come another time before he even felt his own orgasm start to build. By this time their bodies were glazed with a sheen of sweat, and their heartbeats as fast as a hummingbirds wings. Draco could feel Hermione’s tell-tale quivering, her slick walls beginning to clutch at him harder in anticipation of his orgasm. His thrusts became sporadic at best, the muscles in his thighs burning deliciously as he stuffed her full of his cock.

Hermione came a final time, her head thrashing back and forth wildly against the sofa, her pussy bathing his thighs in gushing fluid. She chanted his name like holy prayer, her inner muscles sucking at him like a vacuum.
He came with her, stiffening up and grunting as he filled her so full of his come that it began to drip back out as soon as he withdrew. He leaned against her, panting, for several moments before he could finally move.

“Good lord….if I’d known the sex between us would have been this amazing I would have stripped you down and fucked you as soon as I hit puberty.” He said, his breathing evening out. Hermione gasped for breath, her entire body overly sensitized. She had come three times. THREE. That was….two more than Ron had ever given her in one go. Dear sweet Merlin…this man was bloody amazing.

“If I’d known it would have been this amazing I would have let you…” she said, finally sitting up beside him. She leaned against his sweaty side, content to curl up against him naked. It was odd…she had always been eager to get some clothes back on after she was done with Ron. But with Draco…she felt very comfortable with him…very at ease. Not to mention she got to stare at his goods! Draco called his wand to him wordlessly, and cast a cleansing spell over both of them.

“Not that I mind naked cuddling….but we were both gross…” he said softly. Hermione chuckled, and took his hand, lacing their fingers.

“Ruby doesn’t come back for another two hours….how about we have a little naked napping?” she suggested, cuddling closer when he put his arm around her.

“My dear…we’ve just discovered explosive sex. As soon as I recover, I’m going fuck you so many times you’re going to forget what it feels like to not have my cock stuffed inside you.”
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Eeek! Feel free to give me that feeling any time, you big blonde sex god. Oh Merlin!

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