Boys Night, Girls Night

Taking longer to get the logistics worked out than I planned. But now that it's worked out, more t come. Feedback is always welcome and cherished! It let's me know I'm doing things right!
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20.

Draco looked down at his bedmate, one Hermione Granger. She was sleeping peacefully on his arm, which was a little numb, but he didn't mind. He was too busy staring at this witch whom he thought he almost lost, in more ways than one. He watched her slow even breathing, took in her soft, creamy skin, and lost himself a bit studying the curve of her lips- which she had a tendency to bite.

He couldn't recall a past night that matched the one he just experienced. And he certainly never felt like this after such an indulgence. His morning after usually required a hangover potion, and some sleep. It usually left him wrung out, dead to sensation.

But watching Hermione sleep, so content, his body hummed a low vibration and felt incredibly energized. He wanted to wake her up, just to see that look - THAT look- in her eyes again.

Damn if she didn’t have him tied around her little finger...

Asleep and completely unaware of how much he was lusting after her, simply by lying there. Well, while he may not be ready to let her know the things he'd been feeling about her, he was eager to show her what she did to him....



Hermione woke up a little confused.

It wasn't that the room was only vaguely familiar. Or that she smelled flour, and could in fact still see it in her hair and flakes of it on the pillow.
No, it wasn't any of these minor concerns.

It had to do with the fact that she felt very, very turned on. While her brain busily rewired itself to connect the dots that led her to this point, she registered a remarkably muscled arm draped across her hip.

Then she recognized the man she had been spooning with as she dozed not only knew exactly what was going on, but had some very different plans. The arm which had been serving as a pillow was still under her neck, but the hand attached to it had migrated south to knead her chest. The other hand utilized its freedom by leisurely stroking and teasing her between her legs.

Well that explained a lot.

She heard Draco whispering, "I know you're awake," in her ear. She also heard the smirk in his voice that she couldn't see.

Before she could form a suitable retort, he lifted her top leg back over his and pushed into her with a groan. Hermione whimpered as she felt him stretch her.

"You like that, don't you Granger? When I have the control?" He taunted, licking her ear. "When I just take you without asking? I can feel it, your getting wetter by the second."

Hermione just moaned. His voice was husky, sensual. That alone would have crumpled her will power. But she couldn't deny it. While she loved being the boss and having the power, Draco just somehow always made her want to hand it over. Probably because she knew it would be great for the both of them.

Draco's hand went to her clit, teasing and he pounded into her, increasing his tempo.
Hermione reached backwards over her head, holding on as Draco took control. "Draco, please, I'm going to-"

"Cum? Are you going to cum Hermione?" He teased. "Go ahead, I want you to. I want to feel that tight little cunt squeeze my cock. I want your juices running down our legs. Go ahead, cum while I fuck you."

Hermione let it go, and did exactly what he told her to. There was a roaring in her ears as her orgasm was so strong she thought she might blackout. It took a second to realize the roaring noise was Draco cumming as hard as she was.

Hermione giggled as she floated down from her high. Gone was the drowsiness. She felt wide awake and happy to boot. She turned herself into Draco's arms, kissing him on the nose. She stared at him, watching his mouth break into a smile, his eyes crinkling, still trying to catch his breath. "Morning to you too,” she said sarcastically.

"I couldn't resist. You were laying there all sexy." Draco emphasized the point by grabbing her ass.

"I was sleeping!" Hermione protested with a playful shove.

"Same thing really."

Hermione got up. "Well, I am all for a shower. I can't even begin to picture what my hair looks like right now."

"It looks like you spent the better part of the night shagging the lights out of some lucky bloke." Draco laughed, making a grab for her waist.

Hermione danced out of his reach and ran into the bathroom, Draco hot on her heels. She tried shutting the door, but he caught it in time and pushed it open. She didn't have a prayer of winning that contest of strength.

Instead they laughed and kissed their way into his shower stall. Hermione couldn't wipe the grin off her face. Everything just felt right. They took their time, mixing shampoo with kisses and soap with good natured jibes. As they toweled off, Hermione realized her problem.

"Draco, my clothes...?"

"Are you a witch or not?" Draco rolled his eyes gesturing to her wand. Sometimes, she still reverted back to her muggle life, brightest witch of her age or not. He found it immeasurably adorable.

Hermione ignored him and proceeded to his closet. Still a prat, even if said prat could get her hot with one look.

In the very, very back, she found something rather welcoming. A slight tease, but payback nonetheless for waking her up. Hermione selected his old Slytherin school shirt, and for the added pleasure of seeing his eyes bug out, his green and silver tie. She had to cuff the sleeves back a few times, but by buttoning only a few buttons it was comfortable.
"Is this ok?" she called innocently and she walked out of the closet, and leaned against the door jam. She noticed he cast a spell to tidy up the room, and remove most of the left over flour.

Draco turned around and froze. Did she read his mind while they slept? How did she know exactly what he wanted? Tilting her head, Hermione stepped away from the wall and did a little pirouette, which only encouraged the shirt to ride up and display a lack of undergarments.

Draco really did make an effort not to react. But seeing her in his clothes-his shirt!- was enough to make any red blooded man make a grab for her.
Hermione didn't even have time to comprehend the look of pure lust on his face before he tackled her onto his bed.

Sinking on top of her, Draco groaned. "You're trying to kill me, I know it."

"With sex?" She asked with a playful smile, rolling them so she was on top. "You know, I do recall you being the one who woke me up from sleeping peacefully." Hermione grinned, straddling his lap, planting little kisses on a path of her own devising.
She felt rather than heard the laugh.

Not wanting to admit defeat, Draco announced grandly, " After much thought, I think we need food."

Hermione stretched herself on top of him, giving him a peck on the lips. "Oh I see. It's my duty to cook?"

For a second Draco thought about baiting her, and then decided to look mockingly offended. "I do know how to make my own food. I'll cook."

Hermione looked at him seriously. "I might not live here legally since midnight, but I still love this apartment."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I can make things. There was a time when I lived-"

"in a manor with house-elves," she interrupted. "So admit I have a right to be scared."

In response, Draco stood up with her still wrapped around him and made his way to the door.
"Never. You will never have a chance of being scared when you're in my presence. So sit your bony ass on that chair and tell me what you want for.... dinner.” He grinned pointing to the blackened chicken pot pie.

Hermione shook her head sadly as he plopped him down into a chair. "It was going to be a masterpiece."

"It's understandable that it happened." Draco assured her kneeling in front of her with an insincere solemn face. "Your attentions were redirected to my master piece." Draco quipped, laughing at his own wit.

"We digress. You were trying to convince me you can cook." Hermione said.

Draco smiled, planted a kiss on her forehead before walking to the stove." How about pancakes?"

"Breakfast? But it's so late." The clock was inching close to 3 am.

Draco just shook his head. "You can have breakfast whenever you want. And I want it now."

Hermione just gestured for him to go ahead. She had a feeling she was going to have to step in at some point.