Nicest Thing

I listened to Kate Nash’s Nicest Things while writing this chapter. If you’re looking for a little background music for this little scene then you can listen to it on youtube. Here is the link for you all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYWv_NSBZQI

I know a majority of ‘one night stands’ I’ve read are usually more…physical? Can that be said? I don’t know but I’m sure you all do…hopefully. Anyway, I’m normally not really good at writing sensual love scenes and this is my first attempt and a very detailed one. Sooooo hopefully you all like it! And I know it made me envious of Hermione afterward. Sigh.

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She didn’t know how things escalated this way but she didn’t care at the moment. Tea forgotten, Hermione and Draco stumbled into her bedroom, nearly knocking over a lamp she had gotten from Fleur on her twenty-third birthday. Draco expertly extended his hand and caught it without looking, putting it back before she pulled him with her near her large bed.

They stood at the foot of her large quaint bed, covered in a light pink floral spread with matching fluffy pillows. Hermione tilted her head to the side as their kiss continued, fitting their lips together like a perfect puzzle. Draco’s hands were buried into her hair, gasping at her locks lightly. When she slipped out of her shoes, falling an inch to the ground, neither broke the kiss. Instead, Draco tilted his head forward, deepening the kiss more.

His hands became untangled from her locks and traveled down her shoulders. She shivered when she felt his calloused hands graze her skin and brought her hands to his lower back. Draco pulled from the kiss and stared at her with his beautiful eyes when Hermione traced her hand down his chest, pulling his tie from his neck and tossing it to the side. Both of their lips were parted when his hand reached behind her and the slow sound of her zipper lowering echoed in her room.

She inhaled through her teeth when he brought his hands back to her shoulder, pushing the straps of her dress over her skin, lower and lower under she felt them slip away. Hermione felt the cool rush of air attack her body when her dress fell and bunched up at her feet. The pair continued to stare into each other’s eyes without saying a word. Draco brought his hands to the buttons of his shirt and slowly pried them apart. With the gentle touch of Hermione’s hands, his shirt was brushed from his body and landed crumpled on the ground behind him.

He leaned in, capturing her lips once more while her hands traced over his bare chest. The tips of her fingers grazed every inch of his muscled torso, feeling the light peachy hair that trailed down below his belt and deep into his trousers. Draco took a breath when her hands pulled his belt and pried the folds of his trousers back, letting them fall as well. He slipped from his shoes, socks and all, before grasping onto Hermione’s waist.

Both tumbled onto her bed, Hermione falling back against it with a soft thud and scooted back when Draco crawled over her, only breaking the kiss for a second before diving back in. Hermione brought her hand to her hair and pulled the pins out, watching in his eyes as her hair flowed down her shoulders. Draco sat up, using a hand to prop himself up. He brought his hand to her hair and rang his fingers through the ringlets as his lips caressed her throat and the crook of her neck.

Hermione bit her lip when his hands traveled lower, resting on her hips. She could feel his length against her, pressing up against her knickers. Draco nipped at her chin and slowly pulled her knickers from her, moving between her legs. She felt the heat of his length against her when his silky boxers slipped from him as well, joining their clothing at the bottom of the bed in a pile on the floor.

Instinctively bringing her legs to rest against his hips, Hermione looked up at the man she once loathed and felt a blush cover her face. He brought his hand to the side of her cheek and traced a thumb lower until it crossed her lips. Puckering them lightly, Hermione kissed his thumb and watched his lips part. She traced her own hand across his face, resting it lightly against his shoulder. Leaning forward, Draco’s nose pressed against her softly, almost like an Eskimo kiss.

Her eyes closed when she felt him push his growing length into her warm slippery heat. Her hands wrapped around his lower back, lightly biting him with her nails as he began to slow steady rhythm. Hermione let out a moan mixed with a breathless gasp when Draco’s lips found her collarbone, kissing it lightly. She heard Draco’s restless breaths against her skin and felt his hand slip from her waist, coming up to her hand. Their fingers intertwined and slid upward where he pressed the back of her hand into her bed.

Hermione arched her back against him when his manhood passed against that secret sweet spot within her walls. His thrusts grew harder after each passing moment as his lips nipped at her flesh, trailing up to her ear. Her small whispers of pleasures filled the room, mixing with the creaking of her four poster bed, his breathing, and the light tapping of their flesh against one another. Draco whispered her name so softly that she barely was able to catch it, but she did. Her free hand traced up the smooth skin of his back, resting in the center as her walls began to clamp around him.

Her greedy little body collapsed around his length, pulling every inch deep inside her. Draco let out a loud grunt, just as Hermione bit her bottom lip and a muffled cry exploded from her throat. They laid over one another for several minutes before he rolled onto his back beside her. Their fingers still intertwined but slowly unfolded. Draco turned his head to the side and looked at Hermione, who looked at him. Staring at each other in silence, Hermione and Draco smiled.

She had never expected this. Sweet movements between them like a dance of pleasure. She half expected him to be the type who just rutted between her legs, finished and left, but he didn’t. He seduced her without words, only touches. His touch and skin felt so warm and made her feel pins and needles every time he caressed her face. It was only a matter or time before he took her again. Their kisses lead to touching which led to him buried between her legs. Three times. They fell asleep in the early morning with Hermione embedded in his arms, her head resting on his chest and his arm firmly wrapped around her.

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When she woke up, she half expected to find the sleeping Slytherin beside her. To her dismay, he was gone. She looked up through her hair to find the side of the bed he had occupied neatly made. It was as if he was never there, but he was. She felt the good soreness between her thighs and felt a light love bite at the corner of her neck where it met her shoulders.

Rolling onto her back, Hermione brought her hands to her face and rubbed. Her make-up had smeared in the course of the night, but she was lucky in that she hardly wore any make-up to begin with. Sighing heavily, Hermione didn’t want to get up. She wanted to stay where she was and go back to sleep. It was when Crooks jumped up onto her bed did she feel the need to wake up. He was mewing loudly, indicating that he was hungry and wouldn’t stop until she fed him.

“Five more minutes, Crooks,” Hermione moaned, covering her face with her arm as the sun shone into her little room.

The ginger haired cat pounced on her at that moment, sending Hermione shooting up with shock. She groaned and raked her fingers through his hair before shoving him from her.

“Fine, I’m up. You happy now?” She asked, throwing the bed sheets from her.

She paused in her step when she noticed her gown hanging from a hanger on the door, her shoes placed underneath her gown. Sighing sadly, Hermione raked her hand through her brown curls and pulled a dark brown robe around her nude form, walking out into the kitchen to feed Crooks. She noticed the tea kettle still in the spot where Draco had put it, their cups sitting on the counter side by side and the packets of tea no longer on the floor but on the table.

Hermione half expected him to leave but deep inside she hoped he didn’t. It was a one night stand, wasn’t it? Of course, she always thought those kinds of things meant rough, penetrating, hard sex that left a mess. Not something sweet, sensual, and not like she had had ever before. Hermione plopped down onto the table and brought her hands to her head once more after feeding Crooks and placing the kettle back onto the fire for her morning tea.

“Don’t be stupid, Hermione.” She told herself aloud, “It was a bloody one night stand. You’re the one who asked him for tea, AND made a pass at him. So, he kissed you first, doesn’t mean anything. He’s bloody Draco Malfoy. Just another shag.”

She convinced herself to get up, shower, and head to work where she was certain she’d be bombarded with questions about the wedding from those who weren’t able to attend. What she really needed right now was some time to think, or maybe not. If she had time she’d think about Draco and his perfectly chiseled arse. She needed to embed herself in her work was what she needed to do. Forget about the mind blowing sex she just had with some one she hated since she was eleven.

Hermione had never done this whole “one night stand” bit, heck she hardly dated. Her supposed years long crush on Ron had kept her from really enjoying any intimate moment, yet the night before she didn’t even think about Ron. She couldn’t think about anyone but Draco. Stupid smug bastard.