Heaven And Hell

All characters Copywright J.K. Rowling
Draco gets 'tutored' by Hermione

How does one ignore 138 of his classmates and NOT fail all his classes? Draco wondered. Somehow he was managing... with Hermione's help. The Granger girl was a freaking encyclopedia of knowledge as well as being a good listener. She had never had any fear of his father, so she didn't fear him, or loathe him, or pity him.

So, even though he made a big deal about his tutoringto anyone who happened to be within earshot, he actually looked forward to their sessions. Hermione had improved much in her years at Hogwarts. She had proved to the teachers that she was smart and so didn't seem to have the need to throw it in their faces as often. She didn't run over people's sentences, trying to beat them to the correct answer. She didn't come out of her seat every time a question was asked in class. And she had lost that oh-so-annoying know-it-all tone from her voice. In short, the girl had grown up.

"C'mon, Draco, pay attention! I'm not doing your entire essay for you." Hermione broke into his reverie. "I'm your tutor, not your homework slave."

"Oh, but don't you want to be my slave... Hermione? Draco breathed, teasing the Muggle-born girl in front of him. She blushed predictably and stammered a noncommittal reply. Draco was starting to get the impression that she fancied him. Truth to tell, he wasn't too averse to her company, even though she was a Mudblood.

They were completely alone. The Necessary Room had popped up for them, since neither student really wished to be seen being friendly with the other. The Potter boy and Weasley might be oky with it, but they'd never hear the end of it from the rest of the school if they were found out. As it was, most of Draco's teachers were convinced he was cheating to get the decent grades he was managing. They didn't believe he would actually accept help from the girl.

Draco looked up from the parchment he was writing on and caught Hermione watching him again. Impulsively, he leaned across the desk and brushed his lips lightly along hers. He then sat back down and applied himself once more to his paper, smiling.

[i]Oh, my God. Draco just kissed me.[/i] All thoughts were driven from Hermione's mind by that realization. [i]What do I do? He looks like he's already forgotten. He kissed me. Oh my God.[/i] Hermione's thoughts whirled around, touching again and again on the fact that she'd just been kissed by the bloke she'd been totally drooling over for the past three months. Ever since that day on the Hogwarts Express, she'd harbored a secret longing for him.

Of course she could never tell him. With that sharply barbed wit of his, he would just set her down and go his merry way. After all, she was still just a Mudblood to him. But, oh how she longed to be more. So she wore clothes calculated to entice, like the thin cherry-red long-sleeved tee, low-rise jeans that fit like a second skin, and the narrow black scarf that she had wrapped around her pale throat.

Just a few moments ago, Hermione had been comfortably bantering with Draco, getting him to pay attention to the books between them and to what she was saying, so that he could write an informed and intelligent essay on Apparation and Disapparation. She had exclaimed that she wasn't his slave and he had suggested that she might [i]want[/i] to be his slave... with an entirely different connotation! Then he had leaned forward... and just kissed her!

Oh, she could still feel his lips on hers, that tingling sensation had not left, even though she had been sitting there in shock for... Oh! Hermione realized she had been sitting stock still with a ridiculous expression on her face while Draco watched her amusedly, for minutes!

Her face burned with shame as she looked down and stuttered an apology and tried to concentrate on the schoolwork laid out on the table between them.

"Hermione..."

She looked up and straight into Draco's now serious eyes. He stood up, holding her eyes with his own and stalked around to Hermione's side of the table. Leaning down, Draco rested one hand on the back of Hermione's chair and one on the desk in front of her.

Slowly, he drew closer, his eyelashes drifting down, giving him a slumberous appearance. Their lips met once, and then again. Hemione's eyes closed and she sivered with pleasure. Her breath caught. The tingling in her lips strengthened and intensified, arrowing straight down, into her belly and curled there like a wave of warm salten sea.

She sighed into Draco's mouth and he took advantage of her open mouth, deepening the kiss and sliding his wet tongue between her lips. Draco's hand left the back of the chair to bury itself in her hair, cradling the back of her head. Hemione shuddered and moaned with pleasure. She turned her body so that she was facing Draco full on.

The blonde-haired boy took advantage of Hermione's new position, drawing her out of her chair and up to her feet and flush against his body. The greater contact robbed Hermione of her equlibrium and Draco was forced to draw her even closer to support her when her knees went out from under her.

Hermione slipped her hands under Draco's robes and wrapped her arms around his torso, caressing his muscled back through the white shirt he was wearing even though the holidays were well under way. He responded by sliding the hand that was not currently entangled in Hermione's thick hair down her back to the waistband of her jeans, playing with the thin strip of skin revealed by her short tee. The calluses on his hand from hours of broom riding grazed Hermione's soft skin, sending a thrill up her spine. Hermione gasped and then moaned into his mouth and shifted her hips against his, pressing her pelvis against the bulge in the front of his slacks.

Draco's breath pounded out of his chest, startled at Hermione's boldness. He pulled back, looking at her. Her lips were slack, her eyes closed. She looked drugged. Her eyes opened slowly, lashes fluttering, chest heaving.

Hermione's breath shuddered out as she regained her wits. [i]W-what was that?[/i] she wondered.

Suddenly, she snapped back into full awareness and with awareness came embarassment. Hermione's overheated body was still pressed against Draco's very obviously aroused one. Seeing Hermione's blush, Draco grinned and shifted his hips against hers, making her gasp, shudder, and blush once again.

Hermione tore herself away and spun so that she was facing away from the object of her confusion. She wrapped her arms around her roiling middle. She had to think about this!

"Hermione..." Draco breathed, sliding up behind her. "Don't think." He reached up, pulled the hair away from the side of her neck and ran his lips down her shoulder from the scarf she was wearing to the neckline of her shirt. Hermione's breath sped up again and she shivered. Draco stepped forward, slid his hands around Hermione's hips, and pulled her back to meet him, fitting their bodies together.

He kneaded her hips while laving her neck with his longue and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin of her shoulder. Hermione's head lolled back on Draco's shoulder as she whimpered with pleasure. Her hands sought blindly behind her, finding Draco's hips, kneading them.

Draco' hands slid up and under Hermione's hot red shirt, feeling their way over her flat belly, her ribs, and, finally, her breasts, encased in their lace bra. Hermione's knees collapsed again and Draco fell with her, this time, sideways, onto a pile of pillows that the Necessary Room had thoughtfully seen to provide.

Draco turned Hermione over so she was under him, his hips pinning hers to the pillows. While she was still stunned from their tumble, he stripped her shirt off over her head, leaving the enticing scarf entwined about her pale neck. He plunged his face between her breasts, which he could now see were covered in an entirely sexy lace brassiere. Who knew that Hermione, the bookworm, even [i]had[/i] sexy lingere?

Hermione's squeak of dismay at her new position turned into a sigh as she felt Draco's mouth on the swell of her breast. She squirmed beneath him, wrapping her legs around his, grinding their hips together, as he ran his teeth, tongue, and lips over each exposed surface.

Hermione brought her hands up, sliding them up Draco's torso beneath his school robes. She tugged on them and he helped her pull them off and toss them aside. Her hands danced lightly over his back, chest, and arms, eliciting a shiver from him.

In a blind frenzy, Draco tore off his silver and green tie and hastily unbuttoned his shirt. Hermione smoothed her soft hands over Draco's pale chest, then scraped her short nails slowly down his flat, muscled belly. Draco's breath shuddered out on a groan and he threw his head back, closing his eyes.

Hermione reached up and grasped ech side of Draco's head in her hands. She turned his face down to look at hers.

"Draco..." she whispered softly, sounding every bit the woman, instead of the girl she usually seemed.

He opened his eyes and looked down into hers. She looked very aroused... and a bit nervous. He realized then that he had never seen her with any of the guys at Hogwarts except Potter and Weasley and that she was likely a complete virgin except maybe for a bit of light snogging. He took a deep breath and forced himself to slow down. He sat back on his heels, lost the rest of his shirt, and ran his hands lightly down Hermione's body, over her breasts, ribs, tiny waist, and finally to rest on her hips.

Draco looked down at the girl lying beneath him. Like this, with her hair disheveled, wearing nothing but her jeans, which had somehow come unzipped, showing off her black satin panties, and that black scarf, Hermione looked delectable. Her rosy nipples were peaked and her breath made her breasts rise and fall enticingly.

He leaned over and gently took one of Hermione's nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pink tip, making Hermione arch her back and moan.

Draco's mouth on her breasts was driving Hermione to distraction. She reached up and raked her nails over his back again, leaving red marks as she arched up to his hot mouth. His mouth left her breast only to turn to the other, treating it to the same tantalizing agony as the first one had recieved. At the same time, Draco's hands were wandering lower. One of his hands cupped Hermione's hot, wet, and aching mound through her jeans as the other played with the hem of her pants. She tilted her hips up to his hands and moaned aloud again.

Draco used one hand to lift her hips while the other slid her jeans down over her hips and down past her knees. He was momentarily confused when they wouldn't go any farther; then he realized that she was wearing boots.

He started at her ankles, sliding his hands up until he found the zipper pulls. He tugged them down and discarded the offending boots. Draco went back to Hermione's jeans, sliding them the rest of the way off her long, pale legs.

Kneeling at her feet, Draco ran his hot gaze up her body. She wasn't just wearing satin panties... she was wearing a skimpy black satin thong. His gut clenched and he had to exert a great deal of self control not to just rip aside the sexy underwear and plunge himself deep. Again, Hermione in sexy black lingere?

Instead, he ran his hands up her smooth legs to her hips, kneading with his thumbs.

Hermione looked down at Draco, watching the emotions play openly over his face as they so rarely did. So entranced was she with his face that she was startled when she felt fingers playing lightly over the wet satin between her legs. She gasped at the sensation and almost came off the cushions beneath her.

Draco rubbed, stroked, and pressed, driving Hermione crazy with need. He seemed to know exactly how she needed to be touched and when. She writhed, unable to keep still beneath the onslaught of sensation.

Draco's fingers left the satin. Hermione blinked at the cool air, chilling the fabric covering her sex. She tried to close her legs, only to be stopped by Draco's hands on her knees.

Draco shifted so he was kneeling between Hermione's knees, ensuring that she couldn't close her legs and deny him access to her core. He glanced up at her face and, seeing that she was looking nervous again, slid his body up hers and claimed her mouth, using all of his considerable skill to take her back into that half-drugged state that would allow her to relax.

If she tensed up, that would only make it harder for him to fuck her senseless. And he wasnted to do that. He wanted it very much. His father had told him that wnoever was a woman's first fuck could do ANYTHING with her. She would trust him to do anything to her if he made her feel pleasure her first time. His father had made sure he had enough experience to do just that.

Draco lavished kisses on Hermione's mouth, nipping her lower lip, and making her pant with need beneath him. He slowly worked his way down, raking his teeth lightly over her neck and breasts. Hermione arched beneath him as he gave attention to her nipples, massaging her breasts with his hands.

Nuzzling his face in her soft belly, his hands worked lower, brushing teasingly over Hermione's wet panties. She gasped and twitched her hips and he smiled. She was ready. He pressed a finger to her opening through the satin. She yelled out and squirmed.

Draco slid lower, ignoring his aching manhood, still firmly encased in his underwear and pants. He licked her swollen clitoris through her panties, inhaling her scent as he slid his finger along her groin along the side of the scrap of satin.

Hermione was going insane. Draco was doing things to her that were robbing her of breath, stealing her heart, and blowing her mind. She almost came apart when he slid a finger inside her. She hadn't even noticed when he rid her of the last barrier between them.

Draco laved Hermione's clit, sliding first one, then two and three fingers slowly in and out of her. By the twitching of her hips, he could tell she wanted a faster pace, but he ws having a hard enough time keeping himself under control at the pace they weregoing. He scraped his teeth over her and she came apart screaming and clutching at the cushions beneath her.

Draco smiled against her. So she was a screamer. How delicious...

Hermione lay semiconscious and sated on the pillows. Her breathing slowly quieted. She had heard someone screaming... but she guessed that must have been her. What an experience. As her mind cleared, she began to realize where she was, whom she was with, and what they had just done.

End chapter 3. More to come.