The Birthday Party

Chapter 3

Draco stared out of the window, not really able to see anything, not really trying. The house seemed utterly quiet, he couldn't hear any noise resembling a party still going on elsewhere. He guessed that everyone was dispersed when the doors slammed shut and were now huddled in small groups waiting for the situation to change.

He felt a certain sense of apprehension, his imagination didn't have to work too hard to conjure images of an attack. His rational brain kicked in and reassured him that the Dark Lord would have no interest whatsoever in a house full of youngsters, nor would any force he could think of. This had to be a prank, it had to be and he groaned in frustration that he had been involved in something so puerile. He hadn't wanted to come to this party; he had been dragged along by Pansy, who had been manipulated by Blaise, who had been coerced by Daphne, who had got the idea from Morag. It was utterly ludicrous that he was here; that any of them were here. They were clearly unwelcome by most of the guests, not that he usually worried about that sort of thing, but it was yet another reason for them not to be here.

He looked back at the bed where Hermione was lying. She'd been still for a quite a while and she had been pretty drunk when he walked in on her practically passed out. She was almost certainly asleep, if not unconscious. Draco sighed and walked quietly to the bed, he sat down gently, eased off his expensive loafers and lay back against the pillows next to Hermione, making sure to leave as big a gap as possible. He looked at her back and watched her breathing deeply for a few long minutes. She was wearing a tight black shirt with three quarter length sleeves; a short, pleated burgundy skirt and funky dragon-hide boots that she was wearing untied, giving her a grungy look. Draco wasn't used to seeing her dressed like this, around Hogwarts she was always in uniform or jeans, like this she looked rebellious and sexy. He looked away and blinked several times, trying to banish the thought that had crept in somehow.

His mind drifted back to Daphne, she was probably wandering through the house being pathetic. He flinched and decided he had got away pretty lightly. He'd had her before, along with most of the girls in Slytherin, she was needy and easy and frankly not very interesting in bed. But, tonight she had been his only exit strategy from Pansy, whose constant fawning drove him insane. He had fucked her once, she was actually his first, not a piece of information he cared to share with anyone, but before and since then she had barely left his side. They were not a couple, but she acted like they were and would start arguments when he ignored Valentine's Day. Mostly he put up with it because it wasn't worth the stress of dealing with her when she was worked up, but at times he felt cornered and knew her well enough to know that she would likely engineer a situation where sex would be on the agenda. He cared to avoid that at any cost. This cost, he decided, wasn't so bad.

His eyes flickered back to Hermione's ankles, he suppressed a smile at the sight of those boots on this luxurious bed and his eyes followed her olive-skinned legs up the bed, focussed on the line and shadow between her long stems. His gaze reached the point where her legs disappeared under her skirt and lingered there, his mind filling in the blanks. He found his hand reaching towards Hermione's skirt, an intense desire to lift it and ease his curiosity as to what she might or might not be wearing under it.

Draco stopped in his tracks when he noticed the effect these thoughts were having on his manhood, it twitched in his trousers and he let out a resigned sigh. There was nothing for it, he yanked his hand back and looked away towards the black window. He felt very hot suddenly and gently unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned chest and stomach with his lily white skin. He felt his erection straining the tight fabric of his boxers and silently unbuttoned his trousers, he slid his hand inside and gently took hold of it, tugging it free of his clothing.

His eyes flashed back to Hermione's firm backside, just about hidden by the soft cotton of her short skirt, Draco sat up a little and peered over her shoulder at her barely visible cheek. She was flushed and breathing deeply, sound asleep. He looked at her soft, wavy hair, tumbling across the burgundy silk pillow and followed the line of her body back down to the smooth skin of her legs. With firm resolve, Draco grasped his staff and began seeing to it as quietly as he could manage, the silky skin hot beneath his hand, the muscle rigid. He stroked harder and faster, breathing hard as he imagined burying himself into Hermione's hidden depths over and over again. In his mind he was ploughing into her from behind, she was panting softly, trying to contain her pleasure for him, knowing that he preferred quiet women. It was savage and no different from any fuck he'd had, he grasped her hips and pumped his cum into her.

Draco opened his eyes, feeling the sticky fluid spurt onto his stomach, he stared up at the canopy as he emptied out and finally let go of his dick with a feeling of relief, even though he knew it was only a fleeting sensation. A quick glance over her told him he had not disturbed her sleep and he reached for his wand, nestled in a holster on his belt at his hip. He flicked the tip across his upper body and whispered softly.

'Evanesco.' The semen vanished from his skin and Draco felt his erection begin to fade. He tucked himself back into his boxers, silently put his wand on the bedside table and rolled over onto his side, gazing at Hermione's back as he drifted into a slight sleep.

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Hermione held her breath for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise; both at what had just taken place just behind her; and at the reaction her body had exhibited, she was wet and excited and eager for more. Soundlessly, Hermione ran one hand down her stomach and over her skirt to her goose-pimpled thighs, while her other hand moved over her chest. Her hand snaked into her knickers to that soft, wet spot, lightly she teased the hardened bud with a sharp intake of breath, before sinking her middle finger inside her hot centre. She closed her eyes and tried to keep still as she stroked her inner wall, her breath growing heavy. Hermione drew her lower lip between her teeth and lightly bit it to keep from growing vocal.

She found it incredibly frustrating, having to keep quiet and still was seriously impeding the pleasure factor. She let out a defeated moan and pulled her hand back. She rolled onto her back and gazed up at the canopy, she glanced over at Malfoy and nearly jumped out of her skin. His eyes were open and he was staring right at her, his mouth slightly open and a wicked glint in his eye.

'What?' She snapped. Without a word, he slid over the bed and ran his hand up her thigh, Hermione flinched in surprise but relaxed into a shudder of pleasure at his soft caress. Malfoy's fingers glided over her hip, brushing her skirt up and exposing the black lace of her underwear, he grinned and moved closer, firmly grasping her hip he pulled her to him, slamming their bodies together. Hermione gasped, she would never have imagined being in this situation with him of all people, but she felt compelled to continue on this dangerous course. His fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, his eyes cast down to her breasts and the matching black lace bra that encased them. Hermione closed her eyes and tilted her head back, afraid to see his face. She had felt self-conscious about her rapidly expanding chest and slightly rounded belly over the last year or so. Her school uniform did a good job of hiding her shape, as it did every female at Hogwarts, although she very well knew that certain girls had tweaked their robes into a more flattering cut, tighter at the waist to reveal their slim frames.

Malfoy didn't seem to flinch at the sight of her body, he eagerly stroked her side and began laying heavy kisses on her cleavage, nipping a little at her bra. One hand slid up her back under her unbuttoned shirt and skilfully unhooked her bra, a smile crept over her face and she grasped his soft hair, urging him on with a pleasurable squirm of her body.

He jumped up, grabbed her hands and pulled her to her knees. Roughly he tugged her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it aside. His own shirt was undone, Hermione supposed from his secret self-gratification and she likewise removed it and threw it to the foot of the bed. Their eyes met for the first time as Malfoy gently slid her bra straps down her arms, revealing her breasts and running his thumbs over the silky skin. Hermione shuddered and took a big, unsteady gulp of air, seeing his eyes alight with passion. As he sent the garment on a similar course to her shirt their bodies met, skin to skin and Hermione felt an excitement she had never felt before. She kicked her untied boots off her feet and heard them thud to the floor and allowed her hands to press into Malfoy's smooth back as he kissed and nipped her neck.

His hands slid down her back to her skirt, after a long moment of simply resting them on her arse he found the zip and undid it, easing the skirt down over her hips. Hermione wasted no time, she slipped her thumbs into the wasteband of his still unfastened trousers and easily nudged them down to pool at his knees. In a clumsy effort, the pair shed the rest of their respective clothes, and stopped still, face to face on their knees, glancing down at each others' naked body. Hermione's eyes slid down over his toned chest and stomach to his prominent erection, widening in pleasant surprise at his size. She lifted her eyes to his and pulled her lower lip in between her teeth in a flirtatious smile. His hungry eyes took in her curves, her soft spots and firm ones before meeting her eyes and returning the coy smile with his own eager grin.

Malfoy grabbed Hermione and pushed back down onto her back, working his desperate lips over her succulent breasts and down her curved belly, his hands lingering on her sides, the thumbs just brushing that sensitive spot where breast meets rib and Hermione was tipped another notch closer to the ultimate pleasure. She writhed under his skilled hands and mouth as he kissed her thighs and edged towards her moist centre, his nose catching her clitoris briefly and Hermione was undone. She tugged at his hair and pushed his head to where she wanted to feel his hot mouth and he willingly began to suck and lick, his tongue probing deeper inside her.

It was short work bringing her to climax, her sensitive flesh succumbing to Malfoy's ministrations and he withdrew from her gently, letting her come back down in stages, rather than letting her crash, for which she was grateful. He moved up the bed and lay on his side beside her, his right hand free to roam over her skin. Hermione rolled over to face him and let her hand find its way to his hard member. At first she just ran her fingers over it, exploring the shape and size, eventually she took hold of it and watched Malfoy's eyes flicker shut, she felt him exhale softly and with a smile she began to move her hand up and down.

A moment later she broke her rhythm as she felt his fingers in the trimmed curls of hair at her crotch. She cocked her leg a little as she settled back into her rhythm and felt him probing towards her entrance, this time it was her eyes closing as he dipped a finger into her wetness and gently eased inside of her. She let out a small moan and rocked slightly, inadvertently tightening her grip on him. He responded by introducing a second finger and began stroking her inner walls with a firmness that threatened to send her into her second orgasm. With a deep breath she took control, opened her eyes and found his eyes wide and sparkling, a slight fire in them. Their hands increased in pace with this intense eye contact, vigorously pumping at one another until Malfoy suddenly clamped his other hand on her busy one and yanked it away, hardly interrupting his own action. He pushed her onto her back and shook his head once, which Hermione took to mean that were she to have continued more than a moment longer the moment might have been over.

Malfoy pinned her hand down on the pillow over her head and furiously finger-fucked her until she came in a cascade of pleasure, moaning out loud and arching her back. She came down slowly, reluctantly, as he slowed his strokes gradually coming to a halt and easing his fingers out. Without giving her a chance to roll over or stop panting completely, Malfoy climbed between her spread thighs and pushed the tip of his straining cock at her pink, wet opening. She rocked her hips back and pulled her knees up, her eyes meeting his with an eager resolve and he gently pushed into her, inch by inch allowing her to stretch to accommodate his generous proportions.

Eyes fixed on each other they gently moved together, his cock fully sheathed in side her, Malfoy began to withdraw slowly and Hermione's back arched as she breathed in sharply, the sensation was electric, skin to skin, pleasure beyond measure. With a satisfied smile, Malfoy began to thrust, slowly at first, which she appreciated, the feeling was amazing and she knew she would come again soon. The orgasm washed over her like a rush of warm sea water and the pair of them rode it accordingly.

With a deep breath, Malfoy took a firm hold of Hermione.

'Hold on.' He breathed before rolling over onto his back, bringing Hermione with him. She adjusted her knees to straddle him and began to rock her hips back and forth. Malfoy took hold of her hips and grasped the firmly, growling a little and urging her on. Hermione increased her pace, steadying her balance with her hands on Malfoy's chest. She found the look on his face did something for her, his eyes were closed and his face tense, his lips slightly apart and his breath became ragged and louder. The angle was also increasing the pleasure for her, his member rubbing across her g-spot continuously and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her rhythm.

A sudden tightening of his grip on her hips spurred Hermione on, riding her own small orgasm through, small moans escaping from her pursed lips as Malfoy's eyes scrunched up and his shoulders shuddered with the tension in his muscles. With one hard exhalation of breath he fell still and Hermione could feel him swell inside her, his hands released her hips and she collapsed on his chest.