Tease

Slow Burn

"Because you'd never say no"

"WHAT?" she screeched. His ego had finally reached titanic proportions!

"You live in a dismal world of denial, Granger" he smirked.

"Excuse me?"

"Hearing defective?"

She scowled. "Stop. I can't handle so many compliments at once"

He simply chuckled. Hermione huffed in exasperation.

"Get to the point, Draco. We can contemplate your bedroom skills later"

He sobered, looking seriously at her, appraising her cool expression. She struggled to maintain that calm, trying to look as confident as he did.

"I'm attracted to you. You're attracted to me. What are we waiting for?"

She stared blankly. She didn't expect him to cut to the point so quickly .

"So, all we need is attraction for a go in the sack?"

He nodded, not without a moment's hesitation. Seeing that, Hermione returned to her smug posture.

He was blatantly lying. She should know, having enough practice with Ron making up excuses about his homework.

Interesting. Malfoy wasn't one to pass up on lust.

Deep in thought, she inadvertently caused her breasts to push up when her arms folded neatly. Draco's eyes soon followed and lingered.

Rolling her eyes, she turned around and waved her wand so that her books neatly piled themselves in the corner.

He was just toying with her. All she had to do was crook her little finger and he would sweep her into the bedroom. Besides a little ego damage, it wouldn't affect him. She, on the other hand, had too much conscience to sleep with him so easily.

Making up her mind, with a deliberate sway, she walked past Draco.

"I thought you Gryffindors had more courage," he said with a small trace of bitterness more than humor.

Hermione faltered when she heard his tone and inadvertently caught a glimpse into the storm brewing in his eyes. He silently dared her to hold the gaze and she did. Until she couldn't stand the intensity.

Why couldn't she see that taunting snake in him anymore?

It scared her and clutched with its vice-like grip. It wasn't a game. It was something else - so much more dangerous.

He tensely waited for a word or even a look, then walked away in frustration, stopping to inspect one of the 'gifts' he had given her.

"I'll just be taking this," he grabbed a round bottle of lubricant and playfully winked at her. But she didn't smile. He whistled softly and tossed the bottle up, catching it as it fell.

As the bottle flew into the air again, she decidedly grabbed his collar, yanking him back until he fell against her. He swore loudly until she silenced him with a resounding kiss.

The shock of it hit Hermione all the way to her unsteady knees, but she held on. He ignored the lubricant, left astray.

Draco recovered quickly, grabbing her waist and steadying her as he plunged into the kiss.

Hermione wrapped her leg around his, hitching the skirt up her thigh. His long fingers drew circles on her exposed skin, slowly inching along the tan length until she grasped for breath.

For a moment, shame came over her at the way he provocatively held her against him. His hand cupped her bum, lifting her so they molded together.

Eyeing her tentative insecurity, he blew his hot aroused breath against her skin. "Bloody Gryffindors drive me insane"

She moaned, feeling just how crazy she made him. "Is that so?"

"Yes," he said decisively, " and I want much, much more"

She whimpered, closing her eyes against the impassioned threat. Her strength was already fading; his words were only dimming her senses. She barely had time to register the emerald drapes and realize that they had somehow drifted into Draco's bedroom. The green and black didn't darken the room, instead it seemed to wave in a fiery blaze.

The room spun out of focus as he lowered her onto the bed. His grey eyes were mentally undressing her, his fingers were doing just that, and his lips were parading down the column of her neck.

He nudged the collar aside a few times before muttering curses at it. "...damn piece of fabric"

She gave into a quick snort of laughter, but he scowled. Draco Malfoy could tolerate screams and moans in bed, but not amusement. He didn't even want to give her time to think of anything else.

Deftly, he ripped her shirt neatly down the middle. That shut her up. Wisps of his blond hair brushed her flushed cheek and she sighed. Her fingers slipped under his shirt and grazed across his chest, tracing the dips of his muscles.

Hermione wanted him in a similar state of undress, feeling shy only in her underwear. She was having a harder time with his clothes but he was too absorbed with hers. "Y-your shirt"

He deliberately pretended not to hear her, toying with the bra strap. The creamy globes were swelling out of the scrap of material. But Draco immediately stopped when her hand trailed down.

"Are you going to take off your shirt now?"

She looked coyly up at him through the veil of her lashes. Getting even more aroused by her demeanor, Draco quickly discarded his shirt.

He flicked off her bra clasp and took a calming breath. After taking in her perfect creamy globes, Steadying her hips, he leaned against her, eager to feel her body against his feverish one. They sighed in symphony when their naked chests joined. She purred and stretched along his form, cat-like.

His fingers were rough, rougher than she had expected for a pampered pureblood. Looking into his dark eyes, everything had been stripped away. And she knew he hadn't always been pampered. His father was always close behind, ready to continue tradition.

"Stop thinking," he whispered. She blinked, ready to give a retort but stopped mid-breath.

The rough texture of his thumb was arousing her to no limit. He teased her breast, outlined its shape and testing its depth. Her back nearly leapt off the bed when his tongue tasted the slope.

Her leg curled around him, rubbing against his boxers. Unabashedly, he peeled them off.

"Look at me, Hermione"

She hadn't known that her eyes had closed. With a little trepidation, she looked at him and knew that there wasn't an imperfect bone in his body. His hair shone in the room's soft light. His sinewy limbs couldn't have been carved better by Michaelangelo himself.

Her breath shook in a shudder. Hermione reached up to him boldly, rocking against him. He felt it. He felt it just where he needed no more encouragement. His arms tried to still her body but he lost control when the damp fabric connected with him.

She wriggled out of her panties and gave no thought to embarassment when he kissed her deeply. She needed him so badly that her gasps were almost cries.

"..now..please"

Her nails dug painfully into his shoulder and he didn't hesitate. Slowly entering her, Hermione trembled, shaking from head to foot. In one swift motion, she cried.

Under his touch, the pain dissolved until tangles of pleasure weaved throughout her body.

"Oh my-"

She felt him all throughout her body. Her nerves were spurting from such a high electrical pulse.

"-Hermione"

He whispered her name into the darkness, but she heard it. And reveled in its ardor.

The insides of her bellly were coiling faster and tightening compactly. Grinding his teeth, Draco sunk himself into her. With high self-restraint he waited, anticipating her climax.

They rose higher and peaked. Her body spasmed around him and he gave in. They fell hard, sliding off the edge deep into the chasm.

Finally looking at him after her breath ceased its race, she noticed his smile. He had moved to her side, resting. His head tilted toward her and smirked proudly.

"We should do this again," he rested his arm over his shut eyes.

She smiled involuntarily.

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