Hermione's Little Secret

Draco couldn’t believe that she was letting him undress her, had let him carry her to bed. She still slept as he unbuttoned her slowly, revealing the breasts he’d worshipped at not so long ago. He drew an invisible line down from her neck, over her left breast, and around the nipple with the tip of his fingers, watching with passion-darkened eyes as it tightened and puckered as if waiting for his lips. ‘I’m no bloody saint.’ He told himself as he bent down and licked one tip delicately, watching her writhe a little bit, pushing her chest up against his. She slept on, amazing him. But she had had a trying day and he could understand; his hadn’t been the easiest day he’d ever had. It hadn’t been the worst either, though.

That would have been the day he came home early from work to find Alicia in bed with Christopher, their Muggle neighbor. Her only response had been to throw the divorce papers at him and telling him to pack for him and the ‘kid’ before he left. Then she had returned to the bedroom to finish with her lover.

Draco shook his head before his mind wandered into a reverie he didn’t want to traverse. He returned his attention to the lovely young woman sprawled out across the bed, waiting for his attention.

“Hermione.” He sang her name as he continued to alternately lick and breathe on her nipple. His eyes flashed as she arched her back hard, thrusting her breast against his mouth. He grinned and followed her body down, opening his mouth and suckling it into his mouth with a moan of his own. “Wake up, baby.”

“Draco?” Hermione jerked awake to different sensations. She was in her bed, but had fallen asleep on the couch; she was being undressed and hot flashes of desire were streaking from her breast to her core as she looked down to see him caressing one breast while his tongue was doing such lovely things to the other. Without letting go of her, he looked up and winked. “You…oh, yes….you shouldn’t be here.”

“Sure, I should. I’m here now, aren’t I?” He released her breast with a wet pop and lifted her so he could take off her blouse, tossing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “That’s much better.” His hands moved all over her, lowering teasingly to undo the zipper on her skirt.

“But, RJ…”

“Be quiet then, or cast a silencing spell.”

“I’m not the only one who gets loud.”

“Let’s go ask Filch if he heard a man or a woman’s voice more, shall we?”

Hermione moaned as his fingers slid through her pubic hair, teasing her, before pulling away quickly. Draco pushed her skirt down, leaned down and pulled it down around her feet before tossing it somewhere in the direction of her blouse. Damn, she was beautiful. Two children had just rounded her out, made her more feminine. Stick figures just didn’t appeal to him. Even Alicia had been softer before she’d started cheating on him and making herself look good for her lovers. He banished the though of his former wife and sat back on his knees, looking down at the naked woman before him as he unbuttoned his own shirt. He swatted her fingers away as she reached up to help. Giving him an impish look, Hermione ran her fingers down the front of his shirt and began popping the buttons slowly on his pants, stroking his hard cock through the straining material.

“Witch.”

“Yep.” She licked her lips and pushed his pants down, then his boxers to free his erection into her waiting hands. She watched his face as she stroked him, from base to tip, her fingers rubbing the pre-cum over the head with her thumb.

Draco looked down at the hand encircling his cock, watching her stroke him slowly. His own hands had stopped their journey over her body to watch in fascination as she explored him so thoroughly. Gods, he was glad they had already had sex earlier in his office, or he’d be ready to explode right now. His eyes moved to meet with her hooded ones. They were half closed as she studied him as closely as she used to study her textbooks in school. He half-laughed at the thought of being a test subject for her sexual education.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to laugh when I’m stroking you, Draco.”

“Laughing is alright, Hermione. As long as you’re not laughing at my attributes.” He joked. She giggled and squeezed his cock a bit, making him groan and clench his fingers against his thigh.

“I could never laugh at anything so grand, Draco. Lie down with me.”

“So, I can stay?”

“Well, you’re already here and undressing…ok, you can stay.” She sighed melodramatically and laughed when he flopped down next to her and pulled her into his arms, moving her hand as he pulled her to lie partially on top of him. With one arm encircling her, he looked up at the woman with him. So different from when he’d first met her on the steps outside the Great Hall when they were eleven. Her hair was coming out of whatever hairdo she had confined it to, a complete change from the bushy mop of brown frizzy curls she had during the first few years of school. Of course, her teeth were no longer beaver length, thanks to Madame Pomfrey in their fourth year. Then again, she wouldn’t have had to go to the infirmary if he hadn’t hexed her teeth to gigantic proportions. Her body had grown into that of a beautiful woman’s.

“You’re beautiful, Hermione.”

“You’re pretty sexy yourself, you know.” She answered with a blush. She wasn’t used to being called beautiful by a lover.

“Of course, I’m a Malfoy.” He smirked and pulled her down to lie flush against his body. He liked having her above him, especially when her hands began their journey over his body again.

“No chest hair hardly.” She mumbled to herself as she rubbed his chest. He looked down at himself, and her fingers teasing his nipples; he had a sparse amount of fine blond hair between his nipples and a very faint line down to his belly button. She grinned and let go of him to push his pants down to his ankles to toss in a pile at the foot of her bed. She returned her attention to his lean body. Draco grinned and linked his hands behind his head as he watched her again.

Hermione bit her bottom lip between her teeth, looking over Draco’s naked body like a child in a candy store; she didn’t know where she wanted to start first. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to start. This was the first time she had control of their lovemaking and she found it titillating.

“You could put those lips to much better use, Hermione.” He whispered as he watched her struggle with where she wanted to start. She grinned and bent down. Draco gulped hard as her mouth covered his nipple, her teeth catching the sensitive nub of flesh and pulling away from his body slightly. She giggled when he gasped, so she did it again, this time swirling her tongue over the tip of his captured nipple. He groaned this time.

His erection got harder still as her hands returned to their exploration of him, her fingers following the line of fine hair down his chest, swirling inside his bellybutton, then continuing lower still. He groaned when she let go of his nipple and followed her inquisitive fingers, kissing and nipping the taut flesh. He jumped and moaned at the contact, but he kept his hands behind his head, determined to let her be the one in control, until either he snapped or she asked him to take over.

Hermione looked down at Draco’s manhood, proudly erect and bobbing up against her chest with every breath he took. She bent down and gave a quick lick to the head, tasting the weeping drop of pre-cum and moaning with him. She purred deep in her throat and encircled the shaft with her little hand, the other cupping his balls and her mouth hovering just above him as she stroked slowly, watching another drop and another come out of the weeping eye. She smiled and leaned down again, opening her mouth over the head and sliding her lips down, sucking his cock in until she touched her own hand. Slowly she began to release him until just the head was still firmly in her mouth.

She began an alternating rhythm, slowly sucking him in then bobbing up and down quickly in time with her stroking, squeezing fingers. Unconsciously, Draco arched his hips up into her as she worshipped him. His fingers were now clenching his own hair to keep from digging them deep into hers and directing her motions. Not that she needed directions, she was doing wonderfully!

“God, that’s good, Hermione.” He gasped then when she moaned her agreement, the vibrations moving up his shaft and causing him to buck hard up into her. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take her ministrations before he rolled her over and just fucked her into her mattress.

“You like it, I take it?” She pulled away long enough to smirk up at him.

“I like it well enough that if you do it for much longer we’re not going to do anything else for the night, witch.” He gasped when her mouth returned to him, sucking him harder than before, while her hand squeezed his balls in tandem.

Hermione breathed through her nose as she gave Draco head, slowly bobbing her head up and down. She hadn’t done it before with him during their other times, and he was quite different from Ron. He wasn’t as long but was a bit thicker and circumcised. After a couple of minutes torturing Draco some more, she pulled away and sat back on her knees next to him, just staring down at him.

“All done?”

“Hardly, Draco. I’m just planning my next move.”



A/N~~enjoying the lemons? ok, i had to break this up a littttlllle bit earlier but it was getting long, and i thought 'hey, i'm sure no one will mind me stopping it right here. Right?' ok. lol

i'm evil, but i'll have an update up sooner this way :-P.

until next time,

marti