What he wants

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Hermione sighed as, an hour later; she sat at her small kitchen table to eat the food that Draco had prepared before she had woken up. She avoided his eyes as he placed her plate in front of her and ate a forkful of eggs and a few slices bacon before she mustered the courage to look up at him only to find Draco looking at her with an expectant look on his face.

“It’s very good,” she said with a small smile before she reached for her napkin and wiped her mouth.

“Thank you,” he answered with a grin of his own.

She picked up another strip of bacon and bit into it when she felt him looking at her. She glanced up once more and saw him looking at her once again with the same look on his face. Maybe the food wasn’t what he wanted a compliment on. She shifted in her chair and cleared her throat before taking a sip of the pumkin juice he had set above her knife and spoon.

“I’m not very good at reading peoples minds,” she informed him when he seemed disinclined to begin a conversation.

“Do you know that you snore when you sleep?” he asked after propping an elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand.

“I do n…” she gasped.

“Not loudly. It was rather cute watching you,” he soothed her as he covered her hand with his. “Your mouth opens just a little bit and your nose scrunches up. You sound like a little kitten actually.”

Hermione stared at him in shock and felt her cheeks heat. She didn’t know weather to be flattered or insulted but she was leaning towards the latter for the simple fact that he was watching her when she was sleeping.

“I don’t snore,” she grumbled before taking a sip of her pumpkin juice, almost draining the glass.

“Yes you do, it’s cute,” he argued with a knowing smile that let her know she was fighting a losing battle.

She wanted to insult him, felt it almost being pulled from her physically, but knew he would just smile his stupid little smile. She mentally checked herself at that last thought. ‘Stupid’ hadn’t been in her vocabulary since she’d been in primary school.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his hand sliding up her arm as he scooted his chair closer to hers.

“The proper way to secure Mandrake root,” she snapped, tired of him and wishing he would leave.

“Reminiscing about Herbology class?” he asked with a smirk as he snatched his hand away from her as her fork came dangerously close to his hand. “I remember that class, you looked rather fetching in the pink earmuffs you picked.”

“You are an ass, Draco Malfoy,” she hissed as she stood up, her chair falling backwards in her haste to get away from him.

“Oh come on now, kitten, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Draco cooed as he walked around the table.

“I am not a kitten and even if I was I wouldn’t be yours,” she less than politely informed him when he grabbed her hand, which she tried to tug loose.

“Whose would you be?” all amusement leaving his face as he asked the question.

“It’s none of your business,” she huffed as she turned her head away from him and lifted her chin slightly.

“Yes it is! I’ve waited to long for you.”

Hermione stopped at his outburst and pulled her arm away from him. He was serious about what he had said last night, she realized. She had fully expected him to be gone before she opened her eyes this morning and when she’d smelled breakfast this morning she’d thought he would have just made enough for himself and left her to clean the dishes after he left.

“Who is it?” he asked taking her arm back in his hand and pulling her closer to him.

Hermione felt his breath on her cheek and looked up and into his eyes, which were full of question and hurt. She drew a breath to answer but held it when he spoke again.

“Does he make you moan like you did for me last night?” he asked, his head ducking down to trace the bite mark he’d left with his tongue, “Does he make your eyes roll back like they did for me? Does he feel as good as you told me I did last night?” he continued to question her until she finally shook her head. “I didn’t think so,” he murmured as his free hand went to her waist.

She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that there wasn’t anyone else in her life, but her breath caught in her throat once more when she felt his fingers move under her shirt and rest on her hip. She turned her face away from his when his fingers lightly moved over her clit.

“Does he make you even half as wet as I do?” he asked as he turned her face back to him with the hand he’d been using to hold her arm, “Because if he does I’ll leave right now.”

She closed her eyes at the feel of his fingers and opened them while shaking her head. “There… there is no one else,” she finally admitted after many attempts to speak.

His eyes turned a matte steel color and she swore he growled before he picked her up as if she were a rag doll and carried her back to her room. She let out a gasp when he tossed her onto her bed and bit her lip when he climbed on top of her, his clothes gone.

“Get this off,” he muttered to himself as he unbuttoned the shirt, his shirt, which Hermione was wearing.

She looked down as his fingers made quick work of the shirt and slid her arms out of the sleeves when he pulled the shirt off of her.

“That’s better,” he smiled before he turned his attention to her breasts. “Perfect.”

She felt his breath on her sensitive nipples and arched her back when he licked one.

“Like that?” he asked with a smile before he drew the pebbled peek into his mouth, sucking slightly before he moved back, releasing her breast from his mouth with a small ‘pop’ before laving the other breast with the same attention, which was not enough in Hermione’s opinion.

“More,” she ordered quietly when he abandoned her breasts to trail kisses down her stomach, mimicking his actions a little more than an hour earlier, “Draco more.”

“Say it again,” he said as he obeyed her demand and made his way back up her body.

“More,” she said again a hitch in her voice when he began to slowly tease her breasts with his mouth while his fingers explored her damp curls.

“Not that,” he tsked lifting his head and looking into her eyes.

“Draco!” she whined throwing her head back into the pillow in frustration.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred as he returned to his ministrations.

Hermione felt him spread her legs wider then slide up her body until his face was even with hers.

“Look at me, Hermione,” he said softly while he held himself above her with his hand above either of her shoulders.

She obeyed, not even slightly thinking to do otherwise, and moved her legs to surround his hips. He cast a contraceptive charm before he spread her folds and slid slowly into her. She was tight, just as she was last night, and he stilled once he was fully sheathed. Hermione looked up at him and studied his face, tense with patience, for a few seconds before she rolled her hips against him, silently asking for him to continue. He leaned down and kissed her lips before he began to move, setting a slow, easy rhythm that Hermione quickly learned, matching him stroke for stroke. She moaned when he began to quicken his pace and tried to keep her eyes rolling into the back of her head with pleasure to maintain eye contact with the man above her.

“That’s it, ‘Mione. Just like that,” he murmured when she moaned again. For once she didn’t mind the nickname, “I knew last night wouldn’t be enough. I knew it,” he muttered that statement to himself but because they were…in close proximity, to put it nicely, Hermione heard him.

She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of him above her and in her before she opened them and looked into his eyes when she felt her orgasm build.

“I know you’re close, love,” Draco informed her when she scraped her short fingernails over his back, “I can feel it.”

“Gods,” she hissed at his words. He was right she was close, so close she couldn’t form coherent sentences, or thoughts.

“Exactly.”

Hermione put her hands on either side of his face and drew him down into a deep kiss as he continued to slide in and out of her, lightly pushing his face away to cry out as she came forcefully. She tightened her inner walls around him as she came and moaned his name when she felt him explode inside of her. She was vaguely aware of him shouting her name as he came and pouted when, after a few shallow thrusts, he withdrew from her and collapsed next to her. She practically purred in pleasure when he kissed the side of her neck and rested a large hand on her stomach.

“Love you,” he said with a kiss to her cheek before he pulled her to him and tucked her into his body as he fell asleep.

Hermione, who had been floating on clouds, came crashing to earth when he murmured those words. Her mind raced to process what he’d said before exhaustion over took her and she drifted off to sleep, disturbed by his feelings yet, although she would never say it, hopeful at what it could mean.

I've never really written a sex scene so if it was a bit awkward it can only get better after this. I know this was a short chapter but I'm just getting back into the swing of the story, give me time.

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