Claiming Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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32
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Just Like This
It was early. Barely dawn. That time when most things are still content to live in shadow.
Draco was trying to hold onto sleep, to some dream of his body wrapped around Hermione’s, trapped underneath him, where he had pulled her down in the middle of the night and covered her like a blanket.
Just a little longer still.
But the curved arch of a foot was making a slow up and down journey along his calf, pulling him into consciousness and into the awareness of deep, even breathing heating and cooling against his chest.
Not a dream.
He lay still a moment, eyes closed, and let his body memorize the feeling of her there.
Sometime in the night, her arms had loosened from around his back and fallen open, and his hands had found their way into her hair.
He was still lying fully on top of her.
Draco lifted his head and opened his eyes to the sight below him. She was locked away behind her closed eyelids, in distant places he couldn’t reach, and he bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek.
Carefully, Draco shifted off her to lie at her side, pulling the blankets with him and watching to see that he didn’t wake her. He wanted this time for himself. To look at her in the soft, pearly light. To touch her. To know her in ways that his heart wanted to know her.
And to claim her, the only way he knew how.
His long finger reached out and traced the seashell shape of her ear, trailed down, over her jaw to the rounded curve of her chin where he rested his fingertip for a moment before continuing down her neck. With his whole hand, he cupped the full column of her throat, sleep-warm and vulnerable, and calling for his kisses.
At the base of her throat, he circled around the hollow hidden in shadow, and pressed his finger softly into it. Hermione inhaled deeply and turned her head toward him, so that her throat was dusted with the soft light. But she didn’t wake.
Draco looked at her face, relaxed and blank, as though she had left her body and it was waiting patiently for her here.
He drew a straight line over the delicate ridge of her collarbone, and then back, to repeat the action on the other side. Draco’s mind was still, like the air in the room, like this moment in time. And as his hand curved around her shoulder, he remembered another early morning, when he had first put his mouth on that same shoulder.
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Gently, so gently, and so slowly, Hermione came into consciousness. The warmth and weight she had slept under was gone and her body yearned to find it again. Before she opened her eyes, she became aware that Draco was touching her. A large swath of warmth along her arm as he moved down to her hand.
With each of her fingers that he uncurled, Hermione woke a little more, until finally, as his fingertip was drawing small figure eights in the bowl of her palm, she opened her eyes.
Draco’s gaze were fixed on her hand and Hermione watched him quietly, feeling like she had caught him in a private act, and not wanting to ruin the intimate moment.
She watched his face, thoughtful and intent, watched him flatten her hand under his, measuring the length of her fingers with his, pressing the tips of his fingers to hers, his palm pushed to her palm, and then weaving his long fingers between hers. She closed her fingers on his hand, holding him there, and he looked up to meet her eyes.
The moment stretched out, silent and long, as they stared at each other in the grey, early light, something unnamable – something binding – passing between them, until Draco lifted her captured hand to his lips.
Hermione’s heart thumped hard in her chest as he kissed the back of her hand and then stretched her arm above her head, and then her other arm, crossing her wrists as if bound. He paused there, holding her wrists together, pinning her with his eyes and his silent command to keep her hands still. Hermione swallowed.
She was stretched out before him like an offering on an altar.
She watched as Draco’s eyes followed his fingers, down the soft underside of her arm, circling the point of her elbow, stroking the bend opposite it, and then down, over the warm, delicate skin of her underarm, to the curved side of her relaxed breast, still covered in thin cotton.
A tiny glimmer of light flickered against Draco’s chest and caught her attention. Hermione felt like her breath had gotten stuck in her throat.
He was wearing her necklace. The one she had given him.
Her heart rate sped up suddenly with that knowledge, but his fingers found the bare strip of skin at the hem of her shirt, and she pulled her stomach in with a small gasp, and the thought slipped away.
His hand was warm and large and fit itself into her curves as he smoothed a long streak across her belly, back and forth, back and forth, deliberate and intent, inching under the fabric and making her heartbeat go haywire.
Under her shirt, Draco was circling her navel, round and round and in.
Hermione lost the fight to control her breathing as Draco pulled her tank top up, past her ribs and over her breasts. With the fabric bunched under her arms, and her tight nipples straining up into the cool air, she swallowed hard and focused on Draco’s serious face.
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Desire bloomed in the pit of Draco’s stomach and the air in his lungs felt shallow and insufficient. For three breaths, in and out, he just looked. She was magnificent. With her arms pulled up, and her exposed breasts reaching toward him, and her slim legs rubbing together shyly, she was more than herself, more than a girl in his bed. She was a strange, beautiful creature that he wanted to know inside and out.
That he wanted to call his own.
With one finger, he drew a straight line down between her breasts, and traced a path along the edge of her ribs, distended from her arms being stretched over her head. To fully feel the skin of her stomach, he flattened his palm against her, making slow, wide sweeps of the soft surface, around to the sides of her, slowly, back up, flat-palmed in a straight line between her breasts, to her throat. Slowly, over the upper swells of her breasts, around the sides, and over the still-warm, soft undersides.
Every inch of skin that passed under his fingers squeezed his heart a little tighter, ached, and urged him forward.
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It was maddeningly slow, this careful navigation of her skin. It felt as though he was sculpting her, shaping her sides and belly and the curve of her hip, and charging them with life with each pass of warmth he spread over her.
His hand was hot and silky, blazing down the outside of her thigh, catching under her knee, pulling it up and leaving her leg bent, and then up the back of her thigh making her want to arch her back and boil over.
Hermione pressed her wrists into the pillow and gave in to her body’s reaction, undulating beneath Draco’s touch. Yes. God, yes. This is what her body wanted. To give her self over to this. To him.
Two large hands circled her waist and moved down together, dragging her knickers over her hips and down her thighs and making Hermione’s heart thump wildly in her chest. Slowly down her legs, slowly over her knees, and then gone. He was kneeling at her feet, a mass of pale light and shadows, as his fingers circled her ankles, and her heels, and traced each of her small toes.
And then his palms were gliding up the insides of her calves, her knees, pushing them apart and suddenly the sound of her breathing, ragged and harsh, seemed too loud in the quiet room. Slowly, his hands moved around the shape of her thighs, open and ready. The perfect hollow for his body.
And when Draco moved over her, finally resting his body in the cradle he had carved, she exhaled, a long, deep sigh, and let her arms come down around his shoulders.
The weight of him, pressing her into the bed, the all-over warmth of skin on skin, and his grey eyes, soft and full, focused on hers, filled Hermione with a satisfaction that was both profound and terrifying.
Her hands roamed across the smooth skin and muscles of Draco’s back, up to his neck, where a thin line of metal interrupted her path. With both hands she traced the line around his neck and her eyes dropped to the tiny silver snitch swinging gently from its chain. She held the little ball in her fingers, the symbol of her belief in him.
An ache clenched hard around her heart. She had stood him up. Abandoned him. But, still, he wore it.
Hermione blinked and looked up at him watching her discovery. She expected to see an accusation in his eyes, or maybe hurt, but what she saw instead was warm, and gentle, and made her think that Draco understood her in a way that she barely understood herself. If she looked too long she would cry.
But then he was grasping her hands in his and pulling them away from the fluttering ball, pressing them to the bed on either side of her head, and threading their fingers together once more. And then his lips were dragging over her lips and he was kissing her, slowly, so slowly, and his tongue was breaking into her mouth, filling it and swirling and blurring her feelings and thoughts.
Draco’s tongue was soft and thick in her mouth. Slow, languid kisses that stretched out like taffy. As thoroughly and slowly as he had caressed her entire body, he was claiming her mouth, and their bodies, flush and hot, rolled into each other, rising and falling together in rhythm with their tongues.
The head of Draco’s cock was hard and insistent at Hermione’s entrance and with one smooth undulation of his hips Draco was sinking, finally, into her tight, wet, engulfing heat. He groaned into her mouth as he was fully sheathed in her, and then he just stayed there, unmoving, while he continued to kiss her.
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Time could stop now.
Just like this.
Sheltered forever inside her, pouring himself into her mouth, and her small fingers laced with his, tightening their grip, then loose, then tight again.
This was perfect.
She was rolling her hips under him, driving his own instinct to move, but he wanted to go slow. If this was his only chance to have her again, he wanted it to last forever.
Draco pulled away from her mouth to look down into wide, dark eyes as he pulled out, painstakingly slowly, from the heat of Hermione’s pussy. And clenching her fingers in his, he slid back into her.
This is how he made love to Hermione Granger in the grey winter light. Unhurried. Thoroughly. Deeply. Claiming her, claiming this moment in time.
He fought his body’s urge to speed up and kept his pace measured and even. In. Out. Slow. Slow. Slow. He resisted the insistence in her thighs and in the tight gripping and loosening of her fingers, gritting his teeth as her body went rigid and her walls pulsed around him. And then, when he reached the edge, he held on longer. Slow. Even as his own orgasm went screaming through him.
Squeezing her hands in his, Draco dropped his hot, flushed face into the cloud of curls at her neck. It was soft, and silent and tender, and the words suggested themselves in Draco’s head:
I love you. I love you. I love you. Why didn’t you come?
This time, when the words came, when the feeling rushed through him and the confession was perched on his tongue, he wasn’t taken by surprise. It was familiar. And secret. And too fragile to say aloud. So he kissed her again.
And then he rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, circling her tightly in the cage of his arms, because he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
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Hours later Hermione was still tucked neatly under Draco’s chin, caught under the heavy weight of his arms and legs, and breathing in the warm smell of his skin. Her mind tugged at some distant memory, of pine needles breaking under her feet, of jumping into a lake, or the sun on her face, or maybe the air.
The curls at the top of her head rustled with his deep breathing, and Hermione let herself just lie there and enjoy the feeling of being so engulfed in him, so wrapped up in Draco Malfoy’s arms. In whatever vague imaginings she had ever had of love, this is what it looked like.
She tilted her head back to look at his face, soft again, and somehow younger. Her eyes drifted down to the tiny snitch again and her heart squeezed almost painfully. Of course she wanted him to wear it, she had given it to him, after all, but seeing the silver chain around his neck, knowing that he had been wearing it, even after she had stood him up… it made her head swim with scary ideas – about him, him and her, about them.
A knot coiled in the pit of Hermione’s stomach. What happened now? There was a good reason she had been fighting this. It would be so easy to give too much of herself to him. To lose herself. And she wasn’t going to assume she was special. She wasn’t going to beg for things he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give.
But she wanted to be here. That was the bottom line. Her body demanded it. And her hand confirmed this demand as she started moving it over the wide planes of his back, over the bones at his hip, and down to the dip at the top of his ass.
A small thrill went through her at her freedom to touch him like this, while he was asleep, while it was safe.
Her small hand rounded over the curve of Draco’s ass and then down, to the place where his ass and thigh met. Her fingers made light strokes along the crease, toward the inside of his thigh and out again. It was a secret place. Rarely touched, rarely considered and it made Hermione’s heart beat a little faster to be just barely touching him in this hidden place.
Draco’s leg twitched and Hermione’s hand stilled and she looked up at his face, but he didn’t wake up. A couple moments later, she began the tentative stroking again. Back and forth, ghosting over the tender skin, feeling her fingertips tingle with the light touch.
“If you keep that up, Granger, there will be retribution.”
Hermione froze and looked up. His eyes were still closed.
A streak of mischievousness bolted through her and, biting her lip, she lightly scrambled her fingertips over the area once again.
In a single heartbeat, one eyebrow arched, one grey eye peered out through a sleepy crack, and the corner of his mouth curved into a wicked smirk.
Before she could blink, Hermione was flipped onto her back, wrists pinned with one strong hand above her head, and Draco over her, holding her in the powerful grip of his thighs and his fingers digging into her ribs. She was instantly howling with laughter and gasping and screaming for him to stop and bucking under him, trying to escape his relentless attack. There was nothing for it. Draco had her in an iron grip and even her bucking and writhing didn’t have much effect.
For a split second, she wondered if this is what his broom felt like when he was speeding after the snitch. But then his fingers fluttered again and the thought flew out of her mind. What she was aware of, however, was that they were both naked, her breasts were embarrassingly bouncing all over the place, and she couldn’t remember seeing Draco smile quite so widely before.
He stopped suddenly and grinned down at her. It was wonderful. Pure happiness. And her face automatically reflected it back.
“Do you surrender, Granger?”
She was torn. She couldn’t take the tickling, but she didn’t want this to end. She wanted to stay in this little bubble, where Draco was smiling, at her, and it was true and easy and good, and the air felt alive with excitement. If only she could just delay a little…. Draco’s stomach growled loudly and Hermione snickered.
“Surrender Granger, or it’s you I’ll be eating,” he threatened with a lascivious gleam in his eyes.
Hermione blushed hard and dropped her gaze. She turned her chin into her arm and squeaked out, “I surrender.”
Draco’s mouth quirked and he considered her for a second. Still holding her arms, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Awww, kitten. You would have enjoyed it. I promise.” He kissed the tip of her nose affectionately before bounding off the bed.
As soon as Draco was off her, Hermione sat up and pulled the rumpled white sheet up under her arms.
She stared wide-eyed as Draco walked around his sunny room completely naked. Her mind seemed to be stuck on the way the muscles in his ass rolled and flexed when he walked and the way his hard cock bobbed out in front of him and he seemed not to notice.
She pulled the sheet a little higher, feeling even more self-conscious in light of his total lack of it.
And the fact that their tussle had clearly affected him, and he wasn’t desperate to take care of it, he was just slipping on his trousers like it wasn’t there…well, she would have to seriously reevaluate some of her ideas about the male body.
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It’s rare, but sometimes, a seventeen year old’s stomach overrules his libido. Draco really was starving. Though, he supposed he would have survived if Hermione hadn’t surrendered. He smiled to himself. Her flip-flopping between Gryffindor bravery and bashfulness was really very endearing. Never in their daily school lives had he seen Hermione Granger bashful about anything. It was kind of nice to have one up on her in this way. Draco may have only had sex with six girls…or seven, but with a couple of them, he’d had a lot of it.
He glanced at her still sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled high and her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. Her shyness about her body was obviously getting the best of her. He could tease her, it would be so easy, but there was something light and free happening inside him and in the room around him and it wasn’t worth the risk right now. He thought he could give her a little break, and turned his back while he buttoned his shirt as slowly as was reasonable.
Draco’s instincts about people didn’t fail him. She was a Gryffindor, after all, and really, they weren’t hard to read. As soon as he turned, he heard the bed creak and the quick sounds of fabric rustling.
And he was a Slytherin, after all, and he smirked as he watched her with a sideways glance in the large mirror near the foot of the bed that she had apparently forgotten about.
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Oh my GOD you guys! Did that take long enough or what? I am so sorry! I missed you and I missed the story! Life got super crazy busy, and well, that does happen sometimes. I'm going to spare you all the details of the very long wait, except to say to tell you that I was working 70 hour weeks for all of November and into December. But it's calmed down now, and I am so happy to be back. I have so many things to share with you! And then some review replies. I miss doing that - it's my only connection to a lot of you and well.. yeah, I like it.
So, it was a bit different in tone than previous sexual encounters between these two, but this was a really pivotal place in their relationship. Sort of like...building a common ground to work from. Not that their path will be easy from here on out, but they have gained a bit of evolution. And don't worry, Draco is still a kinky bastard at heart.
Good news (besides Draco being kinky): The next two chapters are well fleshed out. That means, no where near the wait. And my life has a more reasonable schedule now, and that will go a long way.
Other good news: I've written another story! It's called Between Forgetting and Remembering. It's here on aff (the first couple chapters) and completely up on GE here: http://www.grangerenchanted.com/enchant/viewstory.php?sid=2024. And it won First Place at The Dramione Awards (!!!!!!!!!!!!) for Best Angst, and Second Place for Best Romance, for stories under 6000 words. That's the other good part. It's a short story. And it's complete. But I advise: read it slowly. Grab a cuppa and a blanket and take a deep breath. But do read it. It is very very close to my heart and I think you will like it. And it has pictures! :) Oh, and for the record, it was complete before the last chapter of CH went up and was in no way responisble for my lateness.
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Margaritama
Hi! I’m glad you came to the dark side! Don’t worry Draco didn’t say much this time around, but he’s still a kinky possessive hot fucker. *sigh*
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Liz
Love your take on Hermione’s process, and yes! you’re right trust is so so so important – especially for Hermione! Thank you for the review!
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ooh I like that: simple instensity, or intense simplicity. * sigh * That’s beautiful. Thank you! And thank you for all you said!
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Oh man! Sounds like you had quite a time of it! Hope things are going better for you now! I’m SO ready for winter to be over. They might get a little break from the angst. They might get to enjoy it for a little while. Maybe. But I’m glad you are enjoying it!!
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Aw, honey, I missed you too! I missed writing and I missed this odd, yet satisfying, way of talking to each other! lol. Heheh @ your inspirational ideas. I’ll have to make note of them for the future. There is some yum coming up in line with one of those. ☺ That’s really a compliment about a first time – but it seems like a LOT to have thrown at you at once for a first. A second time though….when you could pay attention…. lol.
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Draco was trying to hold onto sleep, to some dream of his body wrapped around Hermione’s, trapped underneath him, where he had pulled her down in the middle of the night and covered her like a blanket.
Just a little longer still.
But the curved arch of a foot was making a slow up and down journey along his calf, pulling him into consciousness and into the awareness of deep, even breathing heating and cooling against his chest.
Not a dream.
He lay still a moment, eyes closed, and let his body memorize the feeling of her there.
Sometime in the night, her arms had loosened from around his back and fallen open, and his hands had found their way into her hair.
He was still lying fully on top of her.
Draco lifted his head and opened his eyes to the sight below him. She was locked away behind her closed eyelids, in distant places he couldn’t reach, and he bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek.
Carefully, Draco shifted off her to lie at her side, pulling the blankets with him and watching to see that he didn’t wake her. He wanted this time for himself. To look at her in the soft, pearly light. To touch her. To know her in ways that his heart wanted to know her.
And to claim her, the only way he knew how.
His long finger reached out and traced the seashell shape of her ear, trailed down, over her jaw to the rounded curve of her chin where he rested his fingertip for a moment before continuing down her neck. With his whole hand, he cupped the full column of her throat, sleep-warm and vulnerable, and calling for his kisses.
At the base of her throat, he circled around the hollow hidden in shadow, and pressed his finger softly into it. Hermione inhaled deeply and turned her head toward him, so that her throat was dusted with the soft light. But she didn’t wake.
Draco looked at her face, relaxed and blank, as though she had left her body and it was waiting patiently for her here.
He drew a straight line over the delicate ridge of her collarbone, and then back, to repeat the action on the other side. Draco’s mind was still, like the air in the room, like this moment in time. And as his hand curved around her shoulder, he remembered another early morning, when he had first put his mouth on that same shoulder.
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Gently, so gently, and so slowly, Hermione came into consciousness. The warmth and weight she had slept under was gone and her body yearned to find it again. Before she opened her eyes, she became aware that Draco was touching her. A large swath of warmth along her arm as he moved down to her hand.
With each of her fingers that he uncurled, Hermione woke a little more, until finally, as his fingertip was drawing small figure eights in the bowl of her palm, she opened her eyes.
Draco’s gaze were fixed on her hand and Hermione watched him quietly, feeling like she had caught him in a private act, and not wanting to ruin the intimate moment.
She watched his face, thoughtful and intent, watched him flatten her hand under his, measuring the length of her fingers with his, pressing the tips of his fingers to hers, his palm pushed to her palm, and then weaving his long fingers between hers. She closed her fingers on his hand, holding him there, and he looked up to meet her eyes.
The moment stretched out, silent and long, as they stared at each other in the grey, early light, something unnamable – something binding – passing between them, until Draco lifted her captured hand to his lips.
Hermione’s heart thumped hard in her chest as he kissed the back of her hand and then stretched her arm above her head, and then her other arm, crossing her wrists as if bound. He paused there, holding her wrists together, pinning her with his eyes and his silent command to keep her hands still. Hermione swallowed.
She was stretched out before him like an offering on an altar.
She watched as Draco’s eyes followed his fingers, down the soft underside of her arm, circling the point of her elbow, stroking the bend opposite it, and then down, over the warm, delicate skin of her underarm, to the curved side of her relaxed breast, still covered in thin cotton.
A tiny glimmer of light flickered against Draco’s chest and caught her attention. Hermione felt like her breath had gotten stuck in her throat.
He was wearing her necklace. The one she had given him.
Her heart rate sped up suddenly with that knowledge, but his fingers found the bare strip of skin at the hem of her shirt, and she pulled her stomach in with a small gasp, and the thought slipped away.
His hand was warm and large and fit itself into her curves as he smoothed a long streak across her belly, back and forth, back and forth, deliberate and intent, inching under the fabric and making her heartbeat go haywire.
Under her shirt, Draco was circling her navel, round and round and in.
Hermione lost the fight to control her breathing as Draco pulled her tank top up, past her ribs and over her breasts. With the fabric bunched under her arms, and her tight nipples straining up into the cool air, she swallowed hard and focused on Draco’s serious face.
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Desire bloomed in the pit of Draco’s stomach and the air in his lungs felt shallow and insufficient. For three breaths, in and out, he just looked. She was magnificent. With her arms pulled up, and her exposed breasts reaching toward him, and her slim legs rubbing together shyly, she was more than herself, more than a girl in his bed. She was a strange, beautiful creature that he wanted to know inside and out.
That he wanted to call his own.
With one finger, he drew a straight line down between her breasts, and traced a path along the edge of her ribs, distended from her arms being stretched over her head. To fully feel the skin of her stomach, he flattened his palm against her, making slow, wide sweeps of the soft surface, around to the sides of her, slowly, back up, flat-palmed in a straight line between her breasts, to her throat. Slowly, over the upper swells of her breasts, around the sides, and over the still-warm, soft undersides.
Every inch of skin that passed under his fingers squeezed his heart a little tighter, ached, and urged him forward.
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It was maddeningly slow, this careful navigation of her skin. It felt as though he was sculpting her, shaping her sides and belly and the curve of her hip, and charging them with life with each pass of warmth he spread over her.
His hand was hot and silky, blazing down the outside of her thigh, catching under her knee, pulling it up and leaving her leg bent, and then up the back of her thigh making her want to arch her back and boil over.
Hermione pressed her wrists into the pillow and gave in to her body’s reaction, undulating beneath Draco’s touch. Yes. God, yes. This is what her body wanted. To give her self over to this. To him.
Two large hands circled her waist and moved down together, dragging her knickers over her hips and down her thighs and making Hermione’s heart thump wildly in her chest. Slowly down her legs, slowly over her knees, and then gone. He was kneeling at her feet, a mass of pale light and shadows, as his fingers circled her ankles, and her heels, and traced each of her small toes.
And then his palms were gliding up the insides of her calves, her knees, pushing them apart and suddenly the sound of her breathing, ragged and harsh, seemed too loud in the quiet room. Slowly, his hands moved around the shape of her thighs, open and ready. The perfect hollow for his body.
And when Draco moved over her, finally resting his body in the cradle he had carved, she exhaled, a long, deep sigh, and let her arms come down around his shoulders.
The weight of him, pressing her into the bed, the all-over warmth of skin on skin, and his grey eyes, soft and full, focused on hers, filled Hermione with a satisfaction that was both profound and terrifying.
Her hands roamed across the smooth skin and muscles of Draco’s back, up to his neck, where a thin line of metal interrupted her path. With both hands she traced the line around his neck and her eyes dropped to the tiny silver snitch swinging gently from its chain. She held the little ball in her fingers, the symbol of her belief in him.
An ache clenched hard around her heart. She had stood him up. Abandoned him. But, still, he wore it.
Hermione blinked and looked up at him watching her discovery. She expected to see an accusation in his eyes, or maybe hurt, but what she saw instead was warm, and gentle, and made her think that Draco understood her in a way that she barely understood herself. If she looked too long she would cry.
But then he was grasping her hands in his and pulling them away from the fluttering ball, pressing them to the bed on either side of her head, and threading their fingers together once more. And then his lips were dragging over her lips and he was kissing her, slowly, so slowly, and his tongue was breaking into her mouth, filling it and swirling and blurring her feelings and thoughts.
Draco’s tongue was soft and thick in her mouth. Slow, languid kisses that stretched out like taffy. As thoroughly and slowly as he had caressed her entire body, he was claiming her mouth, and their bodies, flush and hot, rolled into each other, rising and falling together in rhythm with their tongues.
The head of Draco’s cock was hard and insistent at Hermione’s entrance and with one smooth undulation of his hips Draco was sinking, finally, into her tight, wet, engulfing heat. He groaned into her mouth as he was fully sheathed in her, and then he just stayed there, unmoving, while he continued to kiss her.
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Time could stop now.
Just like this.
Sheltered forever inside her, pouring himself into her mouth, and her small fingers laced with his, tightening their grip, then loose, then tight again.
This was perfect.
She was rolling her hips under him, driving his own instinct to move, but he wanted to go slow. If this was his only chance to have her again, he wanted it to last forever.
Draco pulled away from her mouth to look down into wide, dark eyes as he pulled out, painstakingly slowly, from the heat of Hermione’s pussy. And clenching her fingers in his, he slid back into her.
This is how he made love to Hermione Granger in the grey winter light. Unhurried. Thoroughly. Deeply. Claiming her, claiming this moment in time.
He fought his body’s urge to speed up and kept his pace measured and even. In. Out. Slow. Slow. Slow. He resisted the insistence in her thighs and in the tight gripping and loosening of her fingers, gritting his teeth as her body went rigid and her walls pulsed around him. And then, when he reached the edge, he held on longer. Slow. Even as his own orgasm went screaming through him.
Squeezing her hands in his, Draco dropped his hot, flushed face into the cloud of curls at her neck. It was soft, and silent and tender, and the words suggested themselves in Draco’s head:
I love you. I love you. I love you. Why didn’t you come?
This time, when the words came, when the feeling rushed through him and the confession was perched on his tongue, he wasn’t taken by surprise. It was familiar. And secret. And too fragile to say aloud. So he kissed her again.
And then he rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, circling her tightly in the cage of his arms, because he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
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Hours later Hermione was still tucked neatly under Draco’s chin, caught under the heavy weight of his arms and legs, and breathing in the warm smell of his skin. Her mind tugged at some distant memory, of pine needles breaking under her feet, of jumping into a lake, or the sun on her face, or maybe the air.
The curls at the top of her head rustled with his deep breathing, and Hermione let herself just lie there and enjoy the feeling of being so engulfed in him, so wrapped up in Draco Malfoy’s arms. In whatever vague imaginings she had ever had of love, this is what it looked like.
She tilted her head back to look at his face, soft again, and somehow younger. Her eyes drifted down to the tiny snitch again and her heart squeezed almost painfully. Of course she wanted him to wear it, she had given it to him, after all, but seeing the silver chain around his neck, knowing that he had been wearing it, even after she had stood him up… it made her head swim with scary ideas – about him, him and her, about them.
A knot coiled in the pit of Hermione’s stomach. What happened now? There was a good reason she had been fighting this. It would be so easy to give too much of herself to him. To lose herself. And she wasn’t going to assume she was special. She wasn’t going to beg for things he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give.
But she wanted to be here. That was the bottom line. Her body demanded it. And her hand confirmed this demand as she started moving it over the wide planes of his back, over the bones at his hip, and down to the dip at the top of his ass.
A small thrill went through her at her freedom to touch him like this, while he was asleep, while it was safe.
Her small hand rounded over the curve of Draco’s ass and then down, to the place where his ass and thigh met. Her fingers made light strokes along the crease, toward the inside of his thigh and out again. It was a secret place. Rarely touched, rarely considered and it made Hermione’s heart beat a little faster to be just barely touching him in this hidden place.
Draco’s leg twitched and Hermione’s hand stilled and she looked up at his face, but he didn’t wake up. A couple moments later, she began the tentative stroking again. Back and forth, ghosting over the tender skin, feeling her fingertips tingle with the light touch.
“If you keep that up, Granger, there will be retribution.”
Hermione froze and looked up. His eyes were still closed.
A streak of mischievousness bolted through her and, biting her lip, she lightly scrambled her fingertips over the area once again.
In a single heartbeat, one eyebrow arched, one grey eye peered out through a sleepy crack, and the corner of his mouth curved into a wicked smirk.
Before she could blink, Hermione was flipped onto her back, wrists pinned with one strong hand above her head, and Draco over her, holding her in the powerful grip of his thighs and his fingers digging into her ribs. She was instantly howling with laughter and gasping and screaming for him to stop and bucking under him, trying to escape his relentless attack. There was nothing for it. Draco had her in an iron grip and even her bucking and writhing didn’t have much effect.
For a split second, she wondered if this is what his broom felt like when he was speeding after the snitch. But then his fingers fluttered again and the thought flew out of her mind. What she was aware of, however, was that they were both naked, her breasts were embarrassingly bouncing all over the place, and she couldn’t remember seeing Draco smile quite so widely before.
He stopped suddenly and grinned down at her. It was wonderful. Pure happiness. And her face automatically reflected it back.
“Do you surrender, Granger?”
She was torn. She couldn’t take the tickling, but she didn’t want this to end. She wanted to stay in this little bubble, where Draco was smiling, at her, and it was true and easy and good, and the air felt alive with excitement. If only she could just delay a little…. Draco’s stomach growled loudly and Hermione snickered.
“Surrender Granger, or it’s you I’ll be eating,” he threatened with a lascivious gleam in his eyes.
Hermione blushed hard and dropped her gaze. She turned her chin into her arm and squeaked out, “I surrender.”
Draco’s mouth quirked and he considered her for a second. Still holding her arms, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Awww, kitten. You would have enjoyed it. I promise.” He kissed the tip of her nose affectionately before bounding off the bed.
As soon as Draco was off her, Hermione sat up and pulled the rumpled white sheet up under her arms.
She stared wide-eyed as Draco walked around his sunny room completely naked. Her mind seemed to be stuck on the way the muscles in his ass rolled and flexed when he walked and the way his hard cock bobbed out in front of him and he seemed not to notice.
She pulled the sheet a little higher, feeling even more self-conscious in light of his total lack of it.
And the fact that their tussle had clearly affected him, and he wasn’t desperate to take care of it, he was just slipping on his trousers like it wasn’t there…well, she would have to seriously reevaluate some of her ideas about the male body.
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It’s rare, but sometimes, a seventeen year old’s stomach overrules his libido. Draco really was starving. Though, he supposed he would have survived if Hermione hadn’t surrendered. He smiled to himself. Her flip-flopping between Gryffindor bravery and bashfulness was really very endearing. Never in their daily school lives had he seen Hermione Granger bashful about anything. It was kind of nice to have one up on her in this way. Draco may have only had sex with six girls…or seven, but with a couple of them, he’d had a lot of it.
He glanced at her still sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled high and her cheeks a lovely shade of pink. Her shyness about her body was obviously getting the best of her. He could tease her, it would be so easy, but there was something light and free happening inside him and in the room around him and it wasn’t worth the risk right now. He thought he could give her a little break, and turned his back while he buttoned his shirt as slowly as was reasonable.
Draco’s instincts about people didn’t fail him. She was a Gryffindor, after all, and really, they weren’t hard to read. As soon as he turned, he heard the bed creak and the quick sounds of fabric rustling.
And he was a Slytherin, after all, and he smirked as he watched her with a sideways glance in the large mirror near the foot of the bed that she had apparently forgotten about.
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Oh my GOD you guys! Did that take long enough or what? I am so sorry! I missed you and I missed the story! Life got super crazy busy, and well, that does happen sometimes. I'm going to spare you all the details of the very long wait, except to say to tell you that I was working 70 hour weeks for all of November and into December. But it's calmed down now, and I am so happy to be back. I have so many things to share with you! And then some review replies. I miss doing that - it's my only connection to a lot of you and well.. yeah, I like it.
So, it was a bit different in tone than previous sexual encounters between these two, but this was a really pivotal place in their relationship. Sort of like...building a common ground to work from. Not that their path will be easy from here on out, but they have gained a bit of evolution. And don't worry, Draco is still a kinky bastard at heart.
Good news (besides Draco being kinky): The next two chapters are well fleshed out. That means, no where near the wait. And my life has a more reasonable schedule now, and that will go a long way.
Other good news: I've written another story! It's called Between Forgetting and Remembering. It's here on aff (the first couple chapters) and completely up on GE here: http://www.grangerenchanted.com/enchant/viewstory.php?sid=2024. And it won First Place at The Dramione Awards (!!!!!!!!!!!!) for Best Angst, and Second Place for Best Romance, for stories under 6000 words. That's the other good part. It's a short story. And it's complete. But I advise: read it slowly. Grab a cuppa and a blanket and take a deep breath. But do read it. It is very very close to my heart and I think you will like it. And it has pictures! :) Oh, and for the record, it was complete before the last chapter of CH went up and was in no way responisble for my lateness.
Mmmels let me show you this *GUH* drawing of Draco and Hermione that I thought really fit this scene. Is this woman great or what? Her artwork won awards at The Dramione Awards too! Of course! Anyway, leave some love her:
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And leave some love for me! lol. Or chew me out for taking so long. It's okay. I can take it. Seriously, I stressed really, really hard over this chapter, so I want to know what you think.
Oh, and at the request of a couple people, I've started a lsit of people to email when I update, so if you want an email about it, let me know.
And now, for your review! Seriously, you guys just completely rock! Not only do you leave so MUCH love, but it's such quality love! THANK YOU!
Adriana, Megan, nmos, summer rayne, Andrea, crissy, Michelle, Anon, paigeey07, LittleMissPrincess Thank you guys so much for leaving some love! I know you were all eager and I hope you like this update!
Margaritama
Hi! I’m glad you came to the dark side! Don’t worry Draco didn’t say much this time around, but he’s still a kinky possessive hot fucker. *sigh*
dragonsgirl
Thank you!!!
Liz
Love your take on Hermione’s process, and yes! you’re right trust is so so so important – especially for Hermione! Thank you for the review!
JKRsunkmyship
ooh I like that: simple instensity, or intense simplicity. * sigh * That’s beautiful. Thank you! And thank you for all you said!
bubblegumdego
Ooooh! Squee! That was so sweet! Thank you so much!
The Cat
THANK YOU!
DrpnBlood4U
I’m sorry for the cliffie – especially this one. But this chapter isn’t much of cliffie, so I hope that makes you feel better! Thank you so much!
kismet510
* cries * forgive me? I do hope you like the new chapter!
gabby1234
Dude the mirror thing was awesome! Hee hee. Thank you darlin! I’ve missed you!
Odi et Amo
What does your handle mean? It sounds lovely! Thank you for the compliment! I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I hope you like the new chapter!! Look forward to hearing what you think.
Dreamweaver
OMG! Hello! It’s been forever! I don’t think I like this being the only way I get to say hi. Are you on lj? Thank you about the awards. Sure made me feel good! lol@tissue warning! It was a bit sad wasn’t it? Sorry about that. And I’m sorry for being so late. I blame it on shaken baby syndrome. ☺ heh heh
Sapphire
Oh man! Sounds like you had quite a time of it! Hope things are going better for you now! I’m SO ready for winter to be over. They might get a little break from the angst. They might get to enjoy it for a little while. Maybe. But I’m glad you are enjoying it!!
Mrs.Malfoy
Thank you! I’m sorry it was such a very long wait!
Breenieweenie
How’s the new house treating you? I hope all is going well with you! Did you see that CH is being translated into German!! Wooo!
sugypunk
Sugy! Awww honey, I’ve missed you!
update asap
lol @ D/s hunting scenes! I’ll..uh, see what I can do. * wink * Thanks for the great review!
elladee
Hope you liked the morning after!! ☺
Pipita
lol! Thanks babe!
peaseblossom
awww. No soul dying on my watch! Thank you for you dedication!!
Eli
Oh no! Not finished by a long shot. Thank you for the kudos!!!
SnuggleErika
* picks you up off the floor *Wow? Oneshots only? But…but…but there are so many incredible multi-chaptered stories out there!
Kissy5444
Don’t worry. I know it was a really long wait, but I’m not going to abandon this story. I promise.
Stefan
Heheh. You’re right, Claiming Draco would be a great title. Ah, in the end though…well, I’m not really sure who’ll be claimed one will be. Thanks for reviewing!!
ohsnaptheresa
Hi! Thanks for the review! Saw you on lj! ☺ I added you to my update list!
Claire
Thank you! That is quite a compliment! Hope you enjoyed this chapter
chickacherrycola
Aw, honey, I missed you too! I missed writing and I missed this odd, yet satisfying, way of talking to each other! lol. Heheh @ your inspirational ideas. I’ll have to make note of them for the future. There is some yum coming up in line with one of those. ☺ That’s really a compliment about a first time – but it seems like a LOT to have thrown at you at once for a first. A second time though….when you could pay attention…. lol.
Alright, that's all I've got. Thank you all for the HUGE BUTT LOAD of love you've sent my way! *thinking maybe that came out wrong* :D Let me know what you thought of the chapter!
xoxo ilke