Smile Like You Mean It
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
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6,970
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. DM/OC, M/F
Perfection
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Chapter 38 - Perfection
Aera twisted her hair around one finger, suddenly aware of the nerves that had been fluttering in her mid-section since entering the room. Draco was looking at her hungrily, his porcelain features softened by the gentle flickering of the fire.
She had no idea as to how he had discovered this personal haven and felt no present desire to inquire about it. He was here, with her, alone and with little chance of being disturbed. It was more than perfect.
He knelt forward, brushing his lips over hers as his fingers replaced hers in her hair. She tasted his breath, unconsciously pressing herself against him. When he pulled away she felt a brief surge of disappointment, her lips suddenly cold.
“A drink?”
Aera rolled her eyes and shrugged. Draco grinned, getting up to walk calmly over to a small table that held a bottle and two glasses. The liquid he poured into each glass was creamy and Aera recognised the smell. Butterbeer, unless she was mistaken. He picked them up and turned around, quite unperturbed by the slight bulge evident in the front of his costume trousers. Aera averted her eyes, feeling heat suffuse her cheeks. She wasn’t quite ready for such blatant shows of sexuality.
He handed her the glass, sitting down in front of her and taking a long swig from his own. She sipped her own and frowned. His smile widened. There was an odd taste to it, something unfamiliar.
“Butterbeer laced with firewhiskey.” Draco explained, setting his glass to one side.
Aera’s eyebrows rose. “You trying to get me drunk?”
A deep chuckle resounded in his chest. “There’s not enough in there to get a house-elf drunk. Besides,” he added, moving closer, “Would I really need to get you drunk?”
Aera grinned and shook her head. He was nose to nose with her now, his blue eyes bright. She gazed into them, marvelling at the icy shapes in the irises. “Draco,” she said quietly, her voice breathy. The words she had planned on saying fled from her mind as she became more aware of how close he was. Instead she got to her feet, taking him by the hand and leading him over to the bed. Lying back on it she gave a small smile as his eyes widened.
It was all the invitation he needed. He moved above her, holding himself up on his hands as his mouth took her lips, kissing her with a fierce passion that left her gasping for breath and light-headed.
He paused a moment, opening his mouth as if to talk and she quickly raised a finger to his lips. “No more talking. Not tonight.”
He nodded sagely, then pushed himself away from her. She felt herself tense as his hand travelled slowly up the outside of her calf, pushing the skirt of her dress out of the way. Closing her eyes, her head sank back down on the pillows, all thoughts fled as sensation took over.
Kisses, starting at her ankle, made their slow, sensual way up her leg, brushing lightly over creamy skin. As Draco’s lips passed her knee, Aera’s hands unconsciously clenched the blankets. Nerves were quickly being worn away by pure pleasure. Warmth was pooling between her legs, an ache beginning that begged to be released. The dress hitched up towards her hips and Aera sat up, letting the material flow back over the recently revealed skin.
Draco’s frown was of confusion, not annoyance, and for that she was grateful. She stood, motioning towards the back of the bodice.
“I’ll need some help with these laces.” Aera said, surprised at how calm she sounded. Her stomach was doing back-flips, astounding herself at her own confidence. Draco’s lips twitched in what looked suspiciously like the start of a smirk, then he disappeared behind her and she felt the slight tugging as he loosed the lacing. As the garment became less tight, Aera shrugged her shoulders out of it and let it drift to the ground, gathering about her feet. She stepped daintily out of it, turning to face Draco once more.
She was surprised by the stark desire evident on his face as his eyes roamed over her body. She glanced down at the lingerie she wore, a lacy black and blue set that enhanced the natural curve of her breasts and hugged about her hips in french knickers. It was her favourite pair and by the look of it, Draco approved. His eyes flickered up to meet hers and she swallowed a girlish giggle. Maybe more than approved.
He glided forwards, wrapping his arms around her as his mouth nipped the side of her neck, travelling quickly downwards to kiss roughly along the line of the bra. Her head fell back as he slipped the shoulder-strap off, exposing more of her breast to his manipulations. She heard a faint snap as he skilfully undid the clasp, pulling the fabric away from her form and lifting his head slightly to take in the sight of her bare body.
Suddenly aware of her state of undress, Aera flushed red, unconsciously lifting her arms to cover herself. Draco took her wrists and held them gently in his larger hands. He kissed her lightly, pulling her closer. “You’re beautiful.” he murmured.
Despite the lingering embarrassment, Aera couldn’t help but believe the sincere honesty that touched his tone. She pulled him with her as she made her way back to the bed, gripping the front of his shirt as she lay back so that he stretched out on top of her. Their lips found each other again, devouring each other with fierce yearning.
A bulge pressed against Aera’s hip and it took a moment for the image to make its way through her lust-filled mind. Curiosity made her reach down, her hand moulding itself to the shape in his tight trousers. A sharp in-drawn breath made her pull away, worried that she had done something wrong. One look at Draco’s flushed face, his eyes closed as he breathed heavily convinced her otherwise and she smiled to herself as she felt confidence return. Her fingers found the waist-band of his trousers, jerking his shirt forcefully free to pull over his head. He assisted her only by slipping out his arms from the sleeves, then pushed himself up to gaze down at her beneath him, clearly waiting to see what her next move was.
Aera contented herself firstly by familiarising herself with his torso. Her palms glided over toned muscles, tickled the stiff abdominal ripples. She watched his eyes flicker as her nails dragged over his nipples. After running her hands over him once more, she found them positioned at his belt buckle. She glanced up at him. His face held no expression. Encouraged by the lack of rebuttal, she slowly undid the buckle, sliding the leather out the loops. Next came the actual trousers. Draco’s only assistance with this was to lift his hips slightly as she eased the material down.
Silk boxers did little to hide the large bulge that sprang from the confines of the trousers. Aera’s breath caught as she took in the sight of it. It was larger than she had anticipated. Longer and thicker. Without thinking her hand wrapped around it, as much to determine the full size as from desire. She was rewarded with a slight gasping breath from Draco.
The feel was like nothing she had expected. Soft, yet hard, strong yet seeming to give way when she moved her hand. She pulled a little, curious and felt it twitch under her palm. She smiled and pushed Draco off her and onto his back. She felt an undeniable need to explore this further.
She straddled him, taking in the sight of him spread out under him as she moved her hand confidently up and down the shaft. The silk boxers hindered a little and she decided there was really no need for them. She was aware of Draco’s eyes fixed intently on her as she slid the soft fabric down over his hips.
Her eyes widened perceptibly as she saw for the first time the full view of Draco, standing to attention. Her fingers traced the curves of the head, amazed at the difference in colour from the rest of his pale body. He shivered under her as she touched him, his breathing slow but laboured. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, easing it’s way up and down. His hips shifted under her, bucking slightly and she smirked. The sense of power was undeniable, something she had never before experienced. She quickened her movements, using her free hand to drag her nails along the tight muscles of his abdomen.
Determined to remain in control, Aera eased herself forward till she could feel him pressed at the apex of her legs. She fixed her gaze on him as she leaned forward, grinding herself down on him and realising for the first time how damp her knickers had become. The only thing between her and him was a thin stretch of material.
Draco let out a groan between clenched teeth, his eyes slipping closed as she slid herself up and down against him, letting him feel how drenched she was. He hardened further underneath her, his hard-on pressing against her and providing more friction. His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her down against him, grinding himself into her with force. She let out a gasp as the new pressure caused the ache inside her to hitch, her hands running down his broad chest as her head hung back with wild abandon.
He suddenly flipped her onto her back, hooking one leg over his hip as he pressed against her knickers, his head dipping down to take one nipple in his mouth. Aera tried to swallow down the moan of wanton desire that rose in her throat. The sensations were incredible, consuming her ability to think faster than she would ever have believed. She was hardly aware of the fabric of the french knickers slipping to one side, of the sudden freedom Draco now had, of the precarious position she was now in.
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Draco went very still. He squeezed Aera’s thigh as he tried to form the words. She gazed up at him through a haze of desire, her eyelids half closed, her naked breasts heaving. “Aera,” he said huskily, “I . . . If we don’t stop now . . .” He tried to make her understand without words, willing her to read the intent in his eyes.
Aera smiled a slow, sensual smile, then raised her hips slightly to twist them against him in an interestingly erotic way. It was all the answer Draco needed. Within seconds her last remaining item of clothing had disappeared, and his body was above her once more. She turned her head to one side, staring out at the fire as she felt the head of him slide past her lips, over her clit.
Very gently, Draco reached up and took her chin in his hand, turning her face so that her eyes met his once more. “Look at me.”
Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she felt nervousness return. But the desire in Draco’s eyes was overwhelmed by a calm sincerity. Clear blue filled her gaze as she felt pressure between her legs, then a slight pain. Something must have shown on her face because consternation filled his expression and he went still. Suddenly impatient, Aera tried to twist into a position that would allow her to take control. She could feel something, a hint of the completion that beckoned just beyond sight. And then he thrust into her.
A sensation of pressure, more than she could have imagined filled her. Then pleasure replaced everything else. The world around her disappeared as her arms rose of their own accord to wrap around Draco’s hard, lean body. Something moved inside her and she gasped, feeling her muscles grip the long length of him, pulling him deeper. She was aware of a groan above her, husky and low. Intrigued, she flexed the muscles again. Draco’s body twitched as he held himself above her. He looked down at her with stern, laughing eyes.
“If you continue to do that, this may not last very long.”
Aera grinned and did it again. Draco stifled another groan and his eyes slid shut for a moment. Then they snapped open and Aera felt her own eyes widen at the undiluted lust in his blue-grey orbs. He pulled slightly out of her and then slid swiftly back in, causing Aera to gasp and clutch him tighter. One large hand found it’s way down between their bodies to her clit as he repeated the movement. Aera moaned, her eyes sliding closed. Feeling overwhelmed her, the sensation of skin sliding against skin, him burying himself deep inside her. Her own body refusing to obey her as it rose to meet every thrust. He pounded into her over and over again.
It wasn’t long before the mixed sensation of his fingers on her clit and his shaft deep inside her began to take on a different feeling. She felt herself gasping for breath that came short and laboured. Her lower body tensed and relaxed on it’s own, moving with more determination as if it knew what was coming. Draco’s own breathing was coming with a determined regularity, his hands moved against her as resolutely as his body.
The world exploded.
Aera heard herself cry out, felt the world squeeze her from top to toe, felt something strange and yet blissful pour into her as Draco shuddered above her. Fires erupted in every part of her body while at the same time she felt as if she were suspended in a lake of calm. Hands gripped Draco tightly, sure that if she let go she would be swept away in the tide of emotions and sensations that engulfed her.
When at last thought returned, Aera opened her eyes to gaze at the beautifully flushed face before her. Things between her legs felt sticky and odd, yet she had no desire to move. A gentle smile lit Draco’s face. He stared at her with a mixture of satisfaction and amazement, never blinking.
“Good?” he asked softly, his trademark smirk teasing at the corners of his mouth. A peal of laughter erupted from Aera’s lips, surprising her. She swiped at him with one hand as he rolled off her and onto his back.
Aera lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling as she slowly let reality sweep her back into it’s flow. This was something so completely new she had no idea how to process it. No longer a virgin, no longer a girl alone in the world. She had fallen completely for the man beside her and there was no going back. The troubles in their lives would come to a head eventually, but not here, not in this little haven he had carved out of Hogwarts for her.
Draco’s arm reached out and pulled her closer, easing her head onto his shoulder. She smiled. Perfection was a myth. But this came pretty close.
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