It Had To Be You

Story Begun – 12/26/04

Chapter four begun – 1/6/05

Chapter four completed – 1/11/05


OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own (unfortunately) any Harry Potter Characters, trains, buildings, etc. That honor is JKR’s.

A/N: OK folks, we’re rounding on about midway through the story now…so you’re going to start seeing more emotions revealed and intense feelings beginning to surface...

Oh yeah, and Draco was impatient for more than just a little snogging…Go figure.

Nuff said, settle in, get comfy and get ready for DRACO to sweep you off your feet…

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Ch 4– AFTER QUIDDITCH PRACTICE SWEET GOODNIGHTS

It was late.

Draco was tired…and grumpy.

This irritated Draco to no end, because it clearly stated in the Malfoy Code of Conduct that being grumpy is most certainly not allowed.

And he most certainly was grumpy…and now irritated as well.

He was grumpy because he was cold, bone tired and frustrated with his team. Draco was the Quidditch team captain for Slytherin house once again. And this year…LORD help him, this year he wanted to BEAT GRYFFINDOR and win the Quidditch cup.

This was Draco’s LAST YEAR. His FINAL chance to beat the pants off that snooty Potter and his pack of lions and he was going to do everything possible to make that happen.

So, he was pushing the team…HARD. And they were …not interested.

THIS PISSED DRACO OFF TO NO END.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG YOU WITH SODDING LOT?” he had screamed at them, along with a slew of other colorful threats, demands and bribes – all falling on mostly deaf ears. It would appear that the Slytherin were living up to their reptilian nature…

Laying in wait to strike until their victims were upon them, not searching them out, encouraging the confrontation that Draco desperately wanted. No, his den of serpents appeared content to coil and attack only if the opportunity presented itself.

Don’t get them wrong, they WANTED to win, they just weren’t planning on killing themselves to do it. Neither were they opposed to a little (wink, wink) underhanded aid to help them achieve their goal of victory.

Much as that thought appealed to Draco, he actually wanted to beat Gryffindor because Slytherin was the better team, not because they cheated their way to victory. It’s the only thing that had really stopped the team from blatant exploits to win in the past since Draco had become captain, and his view certainly wasn’t going to change this late in the game.

With Quidditch, it was a fair win, or it was no win. No compromise was acceptable to Draco.

So the team continued to lose, and Draco continued to be grumpy.

Thus, with their stalemate still firmly in place, all the Slytherins went back to the dungeons to share in a bottle or two of fire whisky and some good company…All, except for Draco.

He wanted to go wallow and pout in the silence of his bedroom.

***

With this weighing on his mind, Draco stormed into the Head common room and tossed his broom and knee pads unceremoniously onto one of the 2 couches near the fireplace and flung himself down moodily next to the equipment, turning stormy eyes to the firelight and staring into it glumly.

Finally, with a deep sigh he swept his gaze around the room, until it came to rest upon the one person who could make him feel any better at all, and she was sound asleep.

Draco peered at Hermione closely she was bathed in shadows, which is why he hadn’t immediately seen her. She looked so cozy lying there on the opposite couch, curled up in a little ball with a thick blanket pulled up tight to her chin and looking every bit the angel that he had come to realize she was.

Hermione with her sweet demeanor, her always cheerful and understanding attitude and her unwavering willingness to help him at a moment’s notice, no matter what the request was, was breezing by all his defenses and walls with startling ease.

He knew this because he had been constantly testing her this past month that they had been ‘together’, he guessed was the best way to phrase it.

And she hadn’t let him down once.

Now don’t misunderstand Draco, just because he constantly requested things of her didn’t mean she was always supposed to agree or even do what he asked, if she had, she would have failed miserably.

No, no Draco liked it when she challenged him, questioned him, gave him compromises instead of bending to his will. As a matter of fact, she was downright stubborn and bossy when it came to studies and schoolwork, NEVER letting him slack for a moment.

Sighing, he looked at her sleeping form and cracked a charming, lop-sided grin reminding himself that somewhere along the way, these past weeks, after countless snogging and cuddling sessions he found himself quite infatuated with the smartest witch in school…and she had that auspicious title for a reason.

Grudgingly Draco admitted, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was absolutely ADDICTED to and NEEDED her drug inducing kisses, he probably wouldn’t put up with her silly study regimen. But the thought of being denied access to those damn lips of hers had made Draco, albeit reluctantly, studying far more than he would have liked.

Yet as a result of his increased studying he found himself being more prepared for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s. So, all in all he found that wasn’t such a bad thing.

Draco took in a deep, contemplative breath and dropped his head into his hands as he pondered their ‘situation’.

Hermione wasn’t some random snogging partner, he knew that for sure. She was way past just being his friend. Nor was she his girlfriend. If truth be told, Draco didn’t know what to call her, but he knew he liked being with her and the thought of Hermione being with ANYONE else set him shaking with jealousy.

Yet, as attached as he had become to the enigmatic Miss Granger, he still hadn’t told anyone about being with her and he knew she hadn’t either.

It was their own private affair and for the moment they wanted to keep it that way.

That was actually fine with Draco, the less outside interference in their budding relationship the better…However, a sickening feeling had begun settling somewhere in the back of his mind whispering to him that that could change at any minute. Especially if WEASLEY had his way.

Draco already hated the Weasel before he started dating Hermione. Now he positively LOATHED him.

It was almost as if the Weasel had a sixth sense about he and Hermione being together, although Hermione had reassured Draco – on more than one occasion that she had NOT told Ron about them.

Draco still wasn’t convinced if he liked that or not. The Weasel was the ONE person who Draco REALLY wanted to know about their relationship. It made his eyes glitter maliciously at the very thought of seeing the expression on the Weasel’s face when he finds out that Draco was the one kissing Hermione late into the night. That he was the one holding her in his lap and touching her or strolling hand in hand in the dark hallways when they were on patrol.

Besides that, Draco just hated how the Weasel was always accusing him of continuing to work for the dark side – which was ridiculous. Constantly finding any excuse to bring up his many sins of the past – which he was doing his best to try and make up for. And relentlessly trying to get Hermione to believe him – which made Draco want to beat the sodding bastard to a bloody pulp.

Hearing Hermione stir slightly, brought him out of his reverie and he got up from his seat moving silently to kneel before her, bending low to graze her cheek with a soft kiss. Hermione smiled contently even before opening her eyes to look into the face of the boy who was fast becoming the most important man in her life.

And that was saying something.

Hermione grinned sleepily. “Hi,” she said in a low, soft voice.

“Hello,” he replied, his spirits lifting even as she smiled dreamily up at him.

“Is it late? I was trying to stay up and wait for you I just got so drowsy…” her words trailing off as a huge yawn overtook her. Clapping a hand over her mouth she grinned shyly. “Sorry, guess I’m sleepier than I thought.”

Draco grinned right back, making Hermione’s stomach flutter wildly and all of a sudden she wasn’t quite so sleepy anymore.

“How was practice?” she asked, stretching a bit and sitting up on her elbows.

“It was awful and it’s not that late,” he said, letting his thumb caress her cheek as he spoke, “but the Head Girl needs her rest. She shouldn’t be wandering around the halls tired and not paying attention when she’s on patrol. Merlin only knows who could sneak up on her and ravish her in a darkened hallway.”

Hermione chuckled. “No, no, we can’t have that.”

“Absolutely NOT,” Draco agreed, leaning closer to place a small kiss to her lips.

Hermione sighed on his lips and whispered, “Although, the last time that happened I did meet a rather handsome young man in need of some urgent tutoring. And you know how important it is to me that all students have the opportunity at obtaining a good instructor when one is available."

“Indeed I do. However, you are no longer available,” he breathed.

“I’m not?” she asked innocently.

“NO,” he replied firmly. “I’m afraid that from now on all of your vastly knowledgeable tutoring skills are only for that one young man.” Hermione blushed happily, as he kissed lightly the outer edge of her ear and continued in a decidedly lower voice, “And I completely agree, you are a most dedicated and passionate instructor. I am forever indebted to you.”

Hermione shivered as Draco pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. She heaved a soft, completely girly sigh and beamed up at him. 'Oh, I’ve got it so bad.’

Draco’s eyes were glittering with a smoldering passion, simmering just below the surface. All it would take was one kiss and she could ignite it with ease. Even as she was reaching out to touch his face he spoke quietly but firmly, effectively curbing her boldness.

"Nevertheless, you’re tired and so am I, so, we best get you up to bed, before I change my mind and keep us up all night for an extended ‘tutoring’ session.”

She grinned weakly trying to hide the sudden disappointment in her eyes. “Oh, I suppose you’re right.”

As much as Hermione wanted to stay up a bit longer and feast on Draco’s kisses, she thought he looked tired and a touch on the grumpy side.

So she decided the best thing to do would be to get away from those lips of his. Because, once he started kissing her, she just didn’t want it to stop. Hermione found the more she kissed Draco the more he left her breathless and aching for something that she didn’t quite know how to put into words, but she KNEW she wanted to find out what is was. More and more all the time.

Hermione a made to move to get up and shrieked in surprise when Draco slid his arms under her, lifting her effortlessly from the couch into his arms.

“Draco! Wha – what are you doing?” she asked gasping and fighting back a huge smile.

“Why, I’m taking you to bed of course,” he said, sounding as if it was the most commonplace thing in the world.

Hermione had been dreaming of Draco holding her just like this for so long now. She fantasized about him swooping her up into his strong embrace and carrying her to her room to…to…She suddenly felt that familiar flush creeping upon her cheeks again and found that she was utterly lost in Draco’s eyes.

Her usually extensive vocabulary was temporarily robbed of her as he took the stairs to her room with ease, she leaned over and opened the door and he nudged it shut on his way to her bed, laying her gently down on top of the covers, blanket and all.

Hermione sat up immediately and looked at him, her heart all of a sudden thudding against her chest. “You haven’t been in here since...”

“I know,” he replied, cutting her off and taking a tiny step back from the edge of the bed.

Draco hadn’t been in Hermione’s bedroom since the first night they were in the Head dorms. He had been very respectful of Hermione’s privacy thus far and he was actually QUITE pleased with himself for his admirable restraint!

Plus, he sensed when they kissed that Hermione was nervous about going any further, so he honored her need for time. The last thing Draco wanted to do was scare Hermione away.

Actually, Draco understood Hermione wanting to wait for them to progress their relationship any further on a physical level. He recognized that she required time and his patience for a mutual trust to be built. After all, it’s the only reason they were even here together at this moment, sharing a much more heated look between them than he had ever imagined possible.

If it hadn’t been for Hermione’s diligence and endurance with Draco, he doubted he would have even looked at her at all. Sure he had thought she was attractive, but there were PLENTY of attractive girls at school that never registered on his radar. These girls he had found, were impatient and demanding and greedy, wanting him to notice them and once he paid any attention they immediately expected that they could claim him as theirs.

That’s not how Draco worked.

That’s why those girls never lasted. Right or wrong, he took what he wanted from them and moved on. Because with Draco it took time to build his trust. It took patience, persistence and dedication to get under his skin, to earn his friendship and most importantly his trust. But once you were there, REALLY and TRULY there, his loyalty was unwavering and solid.

Hermione had earned that loyalty and friendship first. He was harder on her than he probably would have been with anyone else, for reasons unbeknownst to him. But she consistently remained kind and gentle and openly gave of herself, never really seeming too bothered that he didn’t open up to her right away. She just let him get comfortable with her little by little and he liked that.

He liked it a lot.

As a matter of fact, he liked pretty much everything about Hermione Granger VERY, VERY MUCH.

And now as he stood at the threshold of her bed with nothing but a few feet separating him from her, and with her looking so beautiful as the moonlight bathed her in its luminescent glow making his heart pound fiercely in his chest, Draco realized finally that he wanted Hermione.

He wanted her for MORE than just sex.

He wanted her in every way that a man wanted a woman…He wanted to know her heart, get into her head, learn every curve and valley of her body…the whole shebang.

And he intended to get what he wanted, even if it wasn’t exactly on his time schedule. He could wait; Hermione was well worth the wait, because despite what most people thought of Draco, he was a patient man.

With that thought Draco went to move back and Hermione’s hand shot out surprisingly quick and held his tightly. He quirked a brow at her and his pulse raced even faster.

“I should go,” Draco said, his voice was calm but his eyes were leaping with desire and it set Hermione’s body quaking.

She took a moment to really look at Draco and almost wished she hadn’t. He was still in his Quidditch uniform, the tight black shirt and breeches molding to his tall, muscular body perfectly. His hair, which he’d just raked a nervous hand thru was damp from perspiration and hung about his face giving him a boyish look, contrasting nicely to his usually refined and polished appearance.

She decided she liked both of his looks very much.

She could see the way his chest was moving heavily against his shirt and suddenly she wanted that shirt off, she wanted to see more of Draco, to touch him and make that veneer of strength and restrained control that he always seemed to have when he held her crumble.

Hermione had a decision to make and she didn’t need much time to come to her conclusion.

She wanted Draco, desperately and completely. She wanted to drive him crazy like he drove her with just the touch of his hand to the small of her back. She wanted to see him tremble like she did when he nipped and sucked on her neck.

Would he even tremble if she touched him? She didn’t know, but Hermione wanted to find out and realized in a sharp, piercingly clear moment that she was ready to do just that.

“Don’t go,” she said breathlessly, raising herself up on her knees and moving toward him.

“I don’t want to,” he replied instantly. “But, Hermione are you…What are you saying?” Draco stood his ground, resisting the urge to lunge himself upon her until he was sure this was what she wanted.

Hermione knelt there in front of him, her hair wild about her face, her eyes black pools in the darkened room, seemed infinite and were begging him to jump into them, to lose himself within her, drown in her eyes and he wanted too. OH how he wanted too.

“I – I want to…” she faltered.

‘DON’T lose your courage now Hermione!’ she admonished herself. ‘BE HONEST! Tell him what you want…And what you don’t want.’

Gulping and gathering all her Gryffindor courage she went on. “I want to touch you. I want to…to feel you, lay next to you and kiss you.” Her eyes met his briefly, his gaze was serious and intense. She noticed how his jaw twitched slightly as he listened to her, waiting for her consent. “I want…”

“You want to take things further,” he finished.

“Y-yes. But, I’m not, I mean, I don’t think I’m ready to…not yet…”

Draco shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting that. We will only do what you want Hermione. I think you know by now, I’m not going to rush you.” He grinned ruefully. “I may get impatient, I am a man after all, but I will always respect you.”

“I know that,” she breathed, squeezing his hand in hers warmly and holding out her other to him. "I trust you.”

Those were the words he was waiting for.

Draco surged forward and led the hand of Hermione’s that he held up to his shoulder to wrap it around his neck, his other snaking around her waist and pulling her to him. “Hermione,” he whispered, as his hand traveled slowly down the side of her body coming to rest on her hips where he held her tightly and lowered his head to capture her mouth.

He pulled her hard against him and she moaned quietly, wrapping both arms around his neck now and darting her tongue out to tease the fullness of his lips.

Draco opened his mouth and their tongues met hotly, his coaxing hers, dancing and flicking against it and drawing her into his mouth. Hermione was already groaning with need as her tongue explored his mouth, running along the smooth fleshy insides, grazing his teeth and then pulling out to bite, suck and tug lustily on his full lips.

She was drinking in his fragrance, she thought he had never smelled so good; his intoxicating scent mixed with sweat from his workout was an overpowering combination and left her dizzy with desire. She found herself grasping him tighter and knotting her fingers deep into his damp locks, rocking forward and thrusting her hips against his in an unknowing invitation.

Draco growled in response and slowly pulled the cardigan jumper Hermione wore off from her shoulders, never breaking their kiss as he slipped it down and tossed it away.

Hermione was impatient to touch his skin now, and taking Draco’s lead went to the waistband of his pants and began yanking and tugging to free the intrusive shirt from him. Draco chuckled against her lips and pulled away from her just long enough for Hermione to heave the shirt off of him before thrusting his body to hers once again, their kisses growing more fevered as his hands moved slow and steady from her sides to her back, urging her on, reassuring her.

Hermione was nervous now, hesitating with her hands shaking slightly on his chest. Draco could feel her uncertainty and pulled away from her lips to whisper in her ear. “Touch me, Hermione. Don’t be afraid of me, never be afraid. Touch me.”

Hermione gasped, his words making her heart pound ferociously in her chest, her body shuddering as she grew moist with need.

Draco’s tongue began slowly tracing the sensitive shell of her ear and she moaned, “Touch me..” he breathed again as his tongue darted into her ear, she was panting now as her hands began moving gradually, unsurely across his exposed chest. “Yes, Hermione, Love, touch me,” he urged her in a low comforting tone, his tongue sliding around her ear again and dipping into it once more before letting his lips trail down to the fleshy lobe and biting it gently, taking it into his mouth and suckling it.

Hermione’s hands were moving now steadily, running her open palms across his nipples and Draco moaned. She felt him quiver slightly and smiled triumphantly. Feeling more confident, she let her nails graze gently down his muscular arms and then traveling lower to his belly and running up the smooth expanse of his chest to grasp his shoulders.

All the while Draco continued his seductive chant encouraging her on, breathing in her ear. “Touch me,” whispering softly into the curve of her neck, “Touch me,” against her lips, before he plunged his tongue into her mouth to claim her in a searing kiss, “Touch me.”

Hermione moaned as goose-bumps broke out all over her skin. She couldn’t believe the effect he was having on her just by his whispered pleas for her to do what she so urgently wanted to, what they both wanted her too.

She gasped moments later as Draco pulled her shirt up to run his fingers across the soft skin of her lower back. Hermione LOVED the feel of his hands on her and sighed as she ground her hips against him in response, groaning as his mouth came to hover over hers. “You like it when I touch you there?” he asked, his face turning slightly, his lips teasing hers, awaiting an answer before he kissed her.

“Yes,” she said. He saw her eyes were lit with passion and now he was growing impatient to touch her. He yanked her shirt up more forcefully and began a gentle exploration of her back.

“Good,” he breathed, crashing his lips to hers, her mouth opening instantly as Draco thrust his tongue into it.

Pushing against her gently, Draco wrapped one arm around Hermione’s waist securely, the other reaching forward acting as a brace while he lowered them both to the bed, sliding Hermione forward toward the pillows and draping his body across hers.

Draco straddled one of her legs with both of his and Hermione’s heart began pounding as she felt him grow hard against her belly even as his mouth was trailing down her neck to nip at the base of her throat. “May I take it off?” he asked quietly, as he reached for the tie that sat holding her shirt firmly closed and keeping the skin he so desperately wanted to kiss away from his lips.

She nodded and he pulled up slightly, the motion causing him to put more pressure on her hips and his, and he grew harder as their eyes locked. He never broke eye contact with her as he undid her tie and pulled it away from her.

“You, you seem to have gotten that off rather easily,” Hermione said a little breathlessly.

“Ah well, I have had some practice,” he purred, his eyes glittering and dancing with desire.

Draco lowered his lips to her neck again as he began unbuttoning her shirt slowly.

Hermione’s eyes slid closed when Draco sucked on a particularly sensitive spot and managed to get out, “What kind…ahhhhh…of practice are we talking about here?” she panted.

He laughed a low, deep laugh as he nuzzled the base of her neck. The sound made her heart flutter wildly. “Hermione,” he said, his tone deep and husky, “you’re not the only one who wears a tie, you know.”

She inhaled deeply as Draco nipped her shoulder. “Yes,” she responded, “I believe that’s the issue. How many ties you’ve…OHH! Stop distracting me,” she complained weakly, as Draco’s hand moved to hold the curve of her neck while he lapped and sucked on another sensitive spot he’d discovered as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

“What was the question again?” he purred.

Hermione smiled, she may be a giant puddle of goo at the moment, but her brain was working just fine and she said as much. “My brain is working just fine you know. And the…the question was, how many ties you’ve removed.”

Hermione was surprised at how clearly she could think all of a sudden. She couldn’t help her mind being filled with visions of Draco undressing scores of other women and she didn’t like the idea AT ALL.

She felt Draco chuckling, his upper body was shaking slightly, yet he never broke away from her skin. “Well, we’re just going to have to do something about that," he said finally, pulling back and grinning wickedly into her eyes.

She looked surprised. “Do something about what?”

“You thinking. I want you to lose yourself in me, forget about everything but me.”

“Oh,” Hermione said softly. It was a good thing it was dark or he would have seen her cheeks pinking dramatically as he wriggled his eyebrows at her.

She had thought briefly that he may have been offended by her questions, but he looked so downright happy that she guessed he wasn’t.

“And for the record,” he said lazily, letting his fingers trail down the open space between her shirt, “I was referring to my tie.” Hermione’s blush now spread all the way to the roots of her hair as his eyes slid from her chest up to lock with hers. “Feel better now?”

She nodded. Hermione knew that was just a bunch of bullocks, she KNEW he’d taken off many a girls tie over the years, but right now he was with HER and she intended on keeping it that way.

“Good,” he said as his eyes flicked down to her shirt then up to hers again. “Hermione, I want to undress you, touch you. May I?” His gaze had turned serious she could see the sincerity in every line of his face.

“Yes.”

Draco deftly opened the final buttons on her shirt and pulled her gently up toward him as he slid it off. He looked down at her and groaned, “You’re so beautiful.”

She smiled as his lips came down on hers again, this kiss was different, it was heated and urgent and strong. She welcomed it as one of Draco’s hands began moving across her stomach slowly, splaying wide and kneading the soft flesh making her quiver at his touch.

His hand started moving again up from her stomach to slide gently across one breast and he smirked in satisfaction feeling her nipple harden at his slight caress.

“Draco,” she gasped as his mouth came crashing down on hers in unrestrained passion, his hand moving from one breast to the other, touching, caressing, kneading them through the thin material of her bra until Hermione’s nipples were taut and rigid and he couldn’t stand waiting to touch her skin any longer, he wanted more.

His fingers impatiently grazed the lining edge of her bra and Hermione’s heart began beating even faster. She knew he wanted to take it off, yet he made no move to do so. He was waiting for her permission, and she was ready.

“Take it off. Please,” she moaned. Hermione wanted to feel his hands on her, every part of her.

Draco complied instantly, unsnapping the clasp at the front of her bra with quick skillful fingers and immediately his hand found her pale flesh, stroking the nipple and areola slowly, beginning his efforts to please her in earnest now. He was testing each breast, seeing which one she reacted to more and focusing on it letting his fingers swirl around and around her erect nipple, over and over, running across it and then back around again and again. Hermione was so sensitive she began shivering and moaning at the gentle caresses.

Draco shifted his weight off of her to lie beside her now, never stopping his caressing and kisses. He was positively driving Hermione mad with desire as all the while he was circling her nipple with his one hand, the other was running slowly from her knee up her inner thigh, then back down and up the other leg, pushing past her skirt and stopping just before reaching her panties.

Hermione could only hold onto his shoulders or arms, shaking and gasping as he made her body jump and jolt in a continuous stream of pleasure that before tonight she’d never imagined possible.

Still Draco did not take her breasts to his mouth. He was panting with the urgency he felt to devour them, to suckle and bite her aching nipples. He knew she would love it, but he wanted to wait, he had his plan to make her pleasure complete; all the while asking her if she liked what he did, did it make her feel good?

Hermione could only moan as her response, her head dropping back as she arched her breast into his touch.

“Draco,” she whimpered, as she began writhing and bucking her hips recklessly.

Draco’s fingers never stopped their continuous gentle spinning around her nipple, over and over again, swirling around it, running two fingers over it, letting the palm of his hand graze it and gently squeezing the pert bud between his fingers before returning to the incredibly sweet torture of circling it, never stopping, never slowing.

He watched in satisfaction as a low guttural moan came from deep in her chest, her body literally quaking now as she clutched helplessly to his upper arms, her fingers digging in deeply. “You like this?” he growled on her lips. The answer was obvious, but he still wanted to hear her pleasured affirmations.

“YES!” she hissed instantly as their mouths locked in an almost animalistic kiss.

Draco’s fingers kept swirling around her nipple, pushing her toward a dangerous cliff that she’d never leapt from before, yet found she was racing towards swiftly, willingly. She was quivering and an aching pressure…a…well…the only word she could associate with it was, a ‘need’ was building between her legs that caused her to buck even harder, she was so yeaning for his touch.

“Draco, please,” she begged, not knowing what she was pleading for, but knowing she needed it NOW.

“May I touch you?” The question was simple, but she knew where he wanted to go. She nodded and still his fingers never stopped circling, stroking, circling, swirling around and around, driving her mad with a desire she never imagined feeling just by the touch of his fingers on her skin.

Draco continued on, he was a master at this game of seduction and was truly reveling in seeing Hermione’s pleasure as she gasped his name and squirmed in lusty delight in his embrace.

If she had glanced into his eyes at that moment she would have been taken aback by the look in his silvery depths. They were shining with deep ardor, an unspoken urgency and longing burning within while he gazed intently as her head dropped back in abandon and he grinned triumphantly when she arched her back off the bed, thrusting her breast into his fingers, her nipples aching and her hips shaking with need.

Finally, Draco knew she was getting close, he watched her face keenly as his free hand traveled slowly up her inner thigh and reached the juncture between her legs. Draco’s breath was labored as his fingers grazed over the damp material of her panties.

He raised his eyes to hers once more for silent approval and she met his gaze. Her eyes were leaping with passion and once she met his, she slid them closed and dropped her head onto her pillow. Draco never took his eyes from her face as he pulled her skirt off, then eased her panties down from her hips. She skittered and wreathed helping him pull them off completely.

Hermione gasped and jumped at his first touch of her folds, she was soaking wet and his finger slid easily up to her nub, circling it lazily in the same motion that he was doing to her nipple and she let out a strangled cry. Draco dropped his head to hers, his hair falling across her face, his lips grazing her temple as he asked in a low growl, “Do you l like how this feels, Hermione? Tell me, Hermione. Tell me.”

Hermione groaned out between trembles of passion a strangled, “yes.”

He pulled back to watch her face, he wanted to see her expression when she came. Draco realized hazily that he was surprised at how pleased he was to be the first to make her feel such passion, to feel such pleasure. He never wanted anyone to make her burn with need like he was making her burn right now and he was going to make sure her pleasure was so intense that she would never want to be with anyone else.

This was only the beginning, a sampling of what was yet to come.

Finally, Draco slid first one finger into her wetness then another. She cried out at the sweet intrusion, thrusting into his hand and moaning loudly into his shoulder.

“Hermione,” Draco groaned into her neck as his lips began their descent, his eyes never leaving her face as he kissed and licked his way down her chest.

“Draco,” she panted, trembling at his touch. His one hand continued on teasing her nipple, circling again and again, his other moving slowly inside her, searching for her more sensitive, responsive spots. He grinned, delighted at his find, when Hermione gasped and jolted, moaning something unintelligible and crying out as his fingers grazed across her most erogenous area.

He let his fingers trail over that spot in slow, small circles, again and again, relishing in her frenzied reaction. His eyes burned with passion and lust for this woman as she responded to his touch so perfectly, arching her hips and body into his hand, gasping his name and tossing her head from side to side, her tumble of curls spraying across her face and shoulders, her skin flushed in rapture and hot to his touch. He was never so taken with her beauty, than at that moment.

Finally his mouth reached its destination hovering just above her breast before his tongue darted out to taste her. Draco’s gaze burned as he watched Hermione’s face, he was so intent on her pleasure he didn’t want to miss a second of it as it played across her features.

Hermione cried out again. ‘Almost there,’ he thought, flicking his tongue over her nipple again, never stopping his gentle ministrations to her inner walls. He began now, slowly thrusting in and out with his two fingers and added a third, while his thumb began to gently graze her nub.

Draco opened his mouth to her nipple and began sucking and pulling on the taut pebble with wild abandon, one hand holding her breast in place as he suckled, lapping over and over, nipping and pulling on it with his teeth, his other hand thrusting inside of Hermione over and over again in slow repetition, his thumb now circling her nub and flicking across it until he felt it pulse against his skin.

She exploded almost instantly then, her body quaking as the spasms overtook her and Hermione screamed as she came hard against his hand, trembling and jumping, her fingers digging painfully into Draco’s shoulder.

He didn’t release her breast from his mouth, still sucking and pulling on the nipple with his teeth or stop thrusting his fingers until she had stilled, the only sound their ragged breathing.

Draco pulled back to peer more closely at Hermione. He KNEW she’d look amazing after an orgasm and he wasn’t disappointed. Her hair was haloed around her head, her eyes swept closed and her thick fringe of lashes rested upon her rosy cheeks. Hermione was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her lips were open and she was trembling from head to toe from the force of her orgasm.

Draco removed his fingers from inside her gently and Hermione opened her eyes to watch in awe as he put his fingers to his lips and then into his mouth, sucking her juices from them as he got his first taste of her.

Hermione gasped and her mouth dropped open at the intimate gesture. “You taste fantastic,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Oh my,” was the only thing she could manage to say. Then, before she could stop herself she asked, “What do you taste like?”

Draco grinned and flopped down on the bed next to her. “Well, BELIEVE ME I want you to find out, but I’m not quite sure you’re ready for that. Are you?”

He waited for her answer, but when she remained silent he turned his head to see that Hermione had already closed her eyes and was fast asleep.

Draco groaned painfully. “She is going to kill me,” he muttered and kissed her softly as he pulled away. ‘Time for a quick, ICE COLD shower’ he surmised.

Draco returned after a few minutes freshly showered and ‘relieved’ of his rather large problem to check on her, when Hermione opened heavy lidded eyes and said in a soft voice, thick from exhaustion and sleep, “Draco, stay with me please.”

He smiled and climbed in beside her, tucking them both under the covers and wrapping his arm around her waist protectively. He wasn’t surprised at all really to see that she fit perfectly against his body. “Goodnight, Love,” he said sweetly in her ear.

Hermione sighed, snuggling instinctively against him. “Sweet dreams," she managed to say before sleep swept her away to her own sweet, sweet dreams.

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A/N: FEWWWWW! Is it warm in here, or is it just me? OK, be sure to leave me a review before running off to take your own cold shower and let me know what you think. Did Draco sweep you away?