The Birthday Gift

AN: Hi! I want to thank everyone who reviewed. They\'re all brilliant! Sorry for taking such a long time to update. I kinda got stuck and I didn\'t know how to go on with the story. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.


The Birthday Gift, Part 4

Hermione hardly paid attention to the magnificence of the house, as she was concentrating on Draco. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. She looked up at him, waiting for him to make the first move. She was both excited and nervous.

Draco looked at the beautiful woman before him. All night, he watched her entertain her guests. He couldn’t help but think she beautiful. He watched other men flirt and try to catch her attention. But she merely smiled at them, talking to them with polite friendliness. She wanted him. Him. Not Potter, or that quidditch superstar, Wood, or any other man.

He watched, as her chocolate brown eyes looked at him, waiting fir him to do something. Without saying anything, he bent his head and captured her lips in a soft kiss was was about to pull away when she moaned and grabbed the front of his robes to keep him from leaving.

Hermione thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. At her birthday party, she refused to have any drink, even butter beer. She didn’t want to be drunk when Draco finally took her to bed. She wanted to remember every single detail. She knew she would cherish this moment in her heart, and when the time comes that he or she would be married to another, she had this memory with her forever.

She wanted more of him. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of his robes. Finally she pushed them off his shoulders. She placed her hands on the waistband of his pants, pulling his shirt from its confines. She slipped his hands under them, caressing the hot skin on his back and stomach. There was nothing more she wanted at that moment but him. Unconsciously, she slid her right leg in between his thighs, eliciting a groan from him.

Draco could feel the heat of halm alm against his skin. He wanted – needed to touch her. He rested his large hand on her ribs, just below her chest. Slowly, he slipped it up until hishand was resting on her breast. Gods! She wasn\'t wearing a bra. He felt her nipple rise. He squeezed gently, earning him a gasp. His long aristocratic fingers started to pinch her nipples, his thumb rubbing against the tight peak. He wanted to taste them, the first one then the other. He would swirl his tongue around them, then take them in his hot mouth.

Hermione felt herself getting warm and wet between her legs. Oh Gods. His hands were doing wonders to her... and he was just touching her breast. They were still clothed and she was already feeling this way, what more if they were already naked and writhing on the bed?

Draco fought through the haze of his lust. As much as he wanted to ravish her and take her right here and right now, he couldn’t. He promised her bliss and that was what he was going to do. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he wanted to take things slow. This weekend was not just about sex. He promised himself that he would show her passion… and romance, even though he’s not good with the second one. But he’d die trying.

“Hermione,” he said, tearing his mouth from hers. Kiss. “We need,” kiss. “Baby,” kiss. “Slow down,” he said, finally able to pull away from her assaults.

Hermione backed a step and looked down. Her cheeks started to flame witharraarrassment. She had never been that aggressive with any man before, not even her former lovers. “I’rry.rry.”

“Hey,” Draco whispered, tipping her chin up so he could see her. “No need to apologize.”

“But… but I’ve never been that forward with a man before,” she admitted shyly.

Draco smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Hermione still looked embarrassed. He pulled her close to him until his mouth was near her ear. “This weekend, I will show you everything. I will fulfill all your heart’s desires and all your sexual fantasies.”

Hermione pulled away and looked at Draco. “Fantasy?”

“Yes.”

Hermione bit her lip and scrunched her forehead, her eyes showing hints of worry.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, as he watched the emotions play in Hermione’s face.

Hermione shook her head slowly. “Nothing.” Not that she didn’t have sexual fantasies, she did. They weren’t outrageous or out of this world, but she was just too shy to tell her ex-lovers about them. They must have thought that she was unadventurous in bed because way they made love to her was always… too proper. No dirty sex or any of the sorts.

“’Mione, tell me what’s bothering you,” he coaxed.

He was right. She needed to tell him. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you my fantasies. I mean… they might sound silly and...” she trailed off, looking away.

Draco understood. “Hermione, I promise, I won’t laugh at them. You just have to tell me what you want. I’m all yours.”

Hermione liked the sound of that. He was all hers. If only the offer is forever and not just the weekend. She nodded.

“Lovely,” he said with a smile. “Now, I’ll run a bath for you so you can relax and freshen up.” Hermione opened her mouth to say something to cut him off but he stopped her with a quick kiss. He knew what she wanted. Merlin, he wanted that too. “We’ll take it slow, eh? We have the whole weekend.”

Hermione looked at him with her wide brown eyes. “Will you join me in my bath?” she asked, her breath held.

Draco could almost feel his cock twitch beneath his pants. He could imagine her smooth creamy skin glistening with the warm and her nipples tight when the cool air brush through them. “Yes,” he said in a ragged voice.



* Sorry, no smut yet. But I promise the good things will come soon!