Out of the Ashes

AN-Only one chapter after this. This was going to be the end but it got way too long and I had to split it up. And Thank you HarryGinny4eva for the review! Glad you like it. :-)



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After the fastest patrol Hermione could remember (they may have skipped just a few areas) Draco all but dragged her back to their suite on the third floor. He muttered the password so quickly that the portrait guarding the door had to ask him to repeat it. "Pygmy puff!" He exclaimed impatiently and the chubby little boy in the painting giggled. 



As soon as the portrait swung open, Draco\'s demeanor changed considerably. Hermione had half expected him to sling her over his shoulder, carry her to his bedroom, and ravage her.



Not that she\'d really object.



Instead, she was somewhat pleasantly surprised (if not a bit confused) when he lead her to the plush velvet covered sofa in front of the room\'s normally unused fireplace. They usually avoided this particular sofa because it was a glaring reminder that lighting the fireplace was likely to send Draco to the infirmary for a calming draught. Tonight, he sat down, gently pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "That took way too long," he mumbled, nuzzling her neck.



Hermione sighed contentedly and snuggled into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. "We skipped the whole fifth floor and half the fourth."



"Meh...that\'s Ravenclaw territory," Draco shrugged, "You know they never break the rules."



"Have you met Luna?" Hermione chuckled, poking him gently in the stomach.



He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his torso and kissing her fingers before lowering it to her lap. Looking around, he said, "Miss Kittenface doesn\'t seem to have trashed the place."



"That just means we haven\'t found whatever she destroyed yet. Kneazles are notorious trouble makers," Hermione informed him. Smiling softly, she murmured, "Crooks was a grown adult when I adopted him, and you wouldn\'t believe how much damage he caused."



"Now you tell me," Draco grumbled teasingly. Hermione opened her mouth to remind him that the kitten had been his idea, but he cut off her protest with a light, tender kiss. "I researched kneazles before I started looking for one. I figured I should know what I was getting into since we\'ll be living together for at least nine months," he explained, blushing slightly near the end.



"At least," Hermione agreed, feeling a foolish grin spread across her face at the thought of living with him after Hogwarts. Leaning towards him, she kissed him softly while running her fingers through his hair. "You are the sweetest man," she whispered against his lips.



"Don\'t spread that around," Draco\'s breath tickled her ear as he shifted to nibble her neck. "I have a manly reputation to uphold."



"Ah yes, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God," Hermione giggled, ruffling his hair just because she could.



To her surprise, he stiffened uncomfortably, sitting up straighter and clearing his throat, "Um, about that..." his voice cracked and he cleared his throat again, looking at away when she raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Mmmavgn," he mumbled incoherently. 



"What?" Hermione asked, leaning closer.



"I\'m a virgin," he said quietly. By this point, a faint pink tinge had spread from the tips of his ears, across his face and all the way down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his charcoal gray jumper. 



Hermione blinked, her jaw dropping uncontrollably. "You...what?" She asked. 



"You heard me!" He smiled sheepishly. "I\'m afraid stories of my...uh...sexual prowess are completely exaggerated."



"But how?" Hermione asked confusedly. "What about Pansy?"



"Pansy realized during third year that she prefers females," Draco said quietly. "Her parents, being the delightfully tolerant Death Eaters they were, would have literally killed her if they\'d ever found out. So, to help her hide it from them, we pretended to date. She thought it would be more believable after a while if people thought we\'d had sex, so she started making up stories and we just kept pretending. We \'broke up\' sixth year because Voldemort, and therefore her father, wasn\'t too happy with my father after the Ministry thing, so he frowned upon her seeing me. By then she had a girlfriend, and they decided to spread a few stories about HER antics with me to keep up the ruse. After that, making up stories about sex with me just seemed to become the thing to do among Slytherin girls," he shrugged uncertainly. "I wasn\'t about to out Pansy to her father, and it wasn\'t really hurting my reputation, so I never said anything."



"Wow," Hermione murmured. "That\'s really nice of you, but somewhat twisted at the same time," she giggled. "But why did you never sleep with anyone?"



"In case you never noticed, I tend to be fairly anti-social," he grinned slightly. "I never met a girl I really wanted to get that intimate with. Until you," he added, gently stroking her cheek as he smiled at her affectionately.



Hermione smiled back, her heart racing as they leaned in simultaneously. "Ditto. Well...a boy," she whispered with a soft chuckle. Draco slid his hand to the back of her head and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she sighed into his as she shifted around until she was straddling his legs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her breasts against his chest and deepened the kiss. 



For the next several minutes, Hermione was only vaguely aware of the soft moans coming from her throat and the slightly louder growls coming from Draco as they thoroughly explored each other\'s mouths. She quickly discovered that if she nibbled or sucked on his lower lip, he would whimper helplessly. She might have teased him about this, but every time it happened, he rolled his hips against her, pressing his very obvious erection against her clit until she was too aroused to do anything but try to make him do it again.



"I don\'t really know what I\'m doing..." Draco gasped breathlessly when they parted briefly for oxygen, "but it seems to me like this might be a good point to move to a bed?"



"Yes," Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I think getting rid of these annoying clothes might not be a bad thing, also."



Draco smiled wickedly, bracing himself against the back of the sofa with one hand while he cupped the other under her arse and stood up, shifting her slightly until her legs were wrapped around his waist. "They don\'t call you the brightest witch of your age for nothing," he murmured, kissing her again as he stumbled toward his bedroom. 



"Mmmm," Hermione nodded, gently biting his lip again.



"Fuck!" Draco gasped, pulling his head back as he almost dropped her. "You need to stop doing that," he scolded gently. "You\'re killing me."



"Sorry," Hermione apologized, though she was feeling anything but sorry. Draco set her down on the side of the bed and immediately pushed her onto her back. She tried to pull him down on top of her, but he shook his head and peeled her legs from around his waist. "Draco-"



"Shhh," he pressed a finger to her lips then took a small step back. "Divesto!"



Hermione gasped as both of their clothes disappeared. "Oh my gods!" She exclaimed, instinctively trying to cover herself with her hands even as her eyes immediately shot to his erection. Long and a bit thicker than she\'d expected, it seemed to be pointing right at her. Without really thinking about it, she sat up and reached out, taking him in her hand and stroking gently. 



"Don\'t!" Draco whimpered, batting her hand away. She immediately froze, assuming she\'d hurt him somehow. "I\'m never going to last if you touch it," Draco explained sheepishly, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut.



Hermione considered this for a moment, then shifted her gaze from his face back to his groin. "Maybe we should do something about that..." she murmured, licking her lips.



"What?" Draco asked, just as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. "Oh my god! What are you-" he tried to push her away but she stubbornly wrapped her arms around him and sucked lightly on the swollen tip before taking him further into her throat. "\'Mione! Oh Merlin!" Draco groaned loudly as his hips jerked against her face. Hermione coughed a bit, then concentrated on relaxing her throat as she moved her head up and down over his shaft, taking him in a bit further each time. "Don\'t...stop...fuck!" Hermione giggled, pulling back slightly to lick him from base to tip. "\'Mione, please," he begged, "I\'m gonna cum. Stop!"



Hermione frowned thoughtfully, then decided to ignore him. Shaking her head, she looked him right in the eye. "So cum, then," she murmured huskily, her throat already a little sore from her efforts. Pressing forward again, she managed to take him in completely without breaking eye contact with him. His eyes widened almost comically before drifting shut. Hermione hummed impatiently, wanting him to look at her again. 



"OhFuckYesI\'mCumming!" He screamed hoarsely, his eyes flying open as his hips thrust erratically a few times. She could feel his shaft pulsing in her throat and pulled back a bit so she could swallow his cum. Expecting it to be bitter, she was happy to find that it was salty and slightly sweet.



"You taste good," she grinned proudly as he dropped to his knees, panting heavily. 



"Evil woman," he groaned, resting his forehead on her knee. "I think you killed me."



"Did I?" Hermione chuckled, lovingly stroking his hair. "You seem pretty feisty for a dead guy."



"I\'ll show you feisty," he growled, lifting his head weakly. "Just...gimme a minute or ten..." he requested, plopping it back down on her leg.



Hermione laughed merrily, leaning back on her elbows. Looking around the room while she waited for him to recover, she noticed a pair of big green eyes staring at her from one of his pillows. "Shit. I think we just traumatized the kitten!"