Sleepless Nights

CHAPTER FIVE


Draco awoke to the sun pouring through the window and into his eyes. He rolled over to face away from the window and stopped. Hermione was still asleep. She had kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed revealing the shorts and tank top she had worn to bed. The hem of the shirt had risen slightly to show just a couple of inches of bare skin, and the soft indentation of her navel.

Draco propped himself up on his elbow and watched her sleep. Her wild mane of hair was spread out beneath her head, draping over the pillow and sheets like a fan. Her face was so relaxed, her lips slightly open, once in a while he would catch the slight twitch as she smiled in her sleep. Very gently, he reached out and stroked his fingertips over the bared flesh of her midriff, circling her belly button with feather light strokes. She moaned and shifted slightly in her sleep as he stroked over her soft belly. He watched, fascinated as she shivered and her skin began to prickle. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the soft cotton of her tank. He hadn’t known women could be so responsive to a man’s touch.

He hadn’t been lying when he said she was the first girl to matter. The few before her had been well experienced before he got to them. Some had been whores brought to the revels for the death eaters enjoyment. None of them had compelled his gentler nature, or even encouraged his attentions beyond getting the deed done. Not that it had mattered to him, sure sex was fun, but it was just about getting off for him, relieveing stress. Well, at least it was until he touched Hermione. Now suddenly he wanted nothing more than to touch and taste every inch of her.

He had never felt anything quite like her coming apart in his arms. He was still riding the high of feeling her come beneath his touch for the first time. He could get drunk from the power of her release alone. He had wanted desperately to be inside her, to take her completely and make her his. The old Draco would have done it with out a second thought. His dark side would have whispered to him to take the mudblood, they were whores and he would be doing her a favor by spilling his pureblood seed inside her. Merlin he had been so fucked up. But the truer side of himself he was now discovering said no, she’s worth waiting for, she deserves more than a quick shag on the sofa.


He still couldn’t fathom how he had never noticed the softness of her body, the full, rounded dips and curves that were so feminine, so enticing. He slid his fingers up under the cotton tank and let the tips stroke the undersides of her breasts. He could still remember the feel of the tight little buds in his mouth, against his tongue. The sweet scent of her arousal still lingered in his nostrils, tormenting him with memories of how slick and snug her passage was.

“Dragon….” She whispered softly in her sleep, arching beneath his touch. She dreamed of him, and he felt his chest swell with emotion. He was determined to take his time with her, he didn’t want to make any mistakes. He was terrified to explore these feelings between them, tenderness was foreign to him. He worried over his parents reaction, not so much his mother, but Lucius. Would he understand? He was trying to change his perceptions, Draco could see him making the effort, but would it be enough?

Draco slid closer to her, lowering his head to place soft kisses against the soft skin of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel before tracing around the sensitive edge. He felt one of her hands light gently on the top of his head, smoothing the platinum locks as she stroked his hair. He looked up, smiling softly as she stared down at him, one arm bent beneath her head.

“Good morning, love.” He said softly.

“Good morning. What are you doing Dragon?” She asked as she watched him nuzzle the soft skin of her belly.

“Watching you sleep…smelling your skin.” He said, his lips brushing across her sensitive skin and making her shiver.

“Why?” She asked, her stomach clenched when he stroked his tongue along the drawstring waist band of her cotton shorts.

“I can’t seem to help myself.” He said, reaching up and tugging the little bow she had tied there.

“Draco…what are you doing?” She tensed as he started pulling the shorts down.

“I want to look at you.” He said, his eyes narrowing with desire as he realized she wore nothing else beneath the shorts.

“There?” She squeaked as he shifted his body lower in the bed to pull the shorts completely off.

“Yes…” He seemed captivated by the sight of her, the small triangle of soft curls, the smooth, plump lower lips. “Wow…” He reached out and stroked his fingers over her lightly, his mouth twitching softly when she gasped and her hips gave a slight jerk.

“Dragon…”She whispered softly as used his fingers to part the lips of her sex and gaze at her wet pink flesh.

“Beautiful.” He said, leaning forward to kiss her softly between her thighs. He had never done this with a girl, had never wanted to until now. Her hands tangled in his hair as his tongue swiped over her slowly from opening to curls. She cried out when the flat, rough pad of his tongue rasped over the quickly swelling bud of her clit. He wanted to hear that sound again so he began to stroke his tongue slowly over and around the little nub. She was wiggling her hips erratically, pressing forward and up against his lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Dragon, Oh god!” She cried out as her body bucked up against him, her sex pulsing against his mouth. He pulled back, looking down at the flushed, wet flesh as he licked his lips.

“Fucking amazing.” He said low as he savored the taste of her on his lips.

“I can’t believe you did that.” She said softly as she shifted her legs closed self consciously.

“I can’t either, but I intend to do it again I can tell you that.” He said with a smile as he crawled up her body slowly.

“You’ve done that with lots of girls?”

“No, just you.” He said, placing soft kisses on her chest and throat.

“Why me?”

“I don’t know, I just never wanted to with anyone else, but I couldn’t resist tasting you.” He kissed her lips softly, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to dance with hers. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked against her lips.

“You keep me off balance Dragon.” She said, smiling up at him.

“And you do the same for me.” He kissed her again. “Do you want to shower with me?” He asked. He found himself interested in exploring all sorts of new territory with her this morning.

“Oh…really?” She was intrigued by the concept, and she longed to see him without his clothes. He had touched her intimately, brought her to orgasm twice and she had seen and touched only his bare chest.

“Yes, really.” He climbed from the bed and pulled her to her feet.

“I don’t have any pants on!” She cried, laughing as he dragged her bare bottomed to the bathroom across the hall.

“You don’t need any.” He said as he reached into the glass enclosure and turned on the water. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it across the room and into a hamper. He was smiling at her, his silver eyes lit with mischief and lust. Hermione bit her lip softly and tugged her tank over her head, tossing it in the same direction, but missing the hamper by a foot. Draco’s eyes fixed on her breasts as he pushed his sleep pants and boxers off and kicked them to the side.

Hermione blushed and fought to keep her eyes on his, though everything in her wanted to look down, examine and explore that part of him she had contacted only through layers of clothing. Draco was smiling rather smugly as he clasped her waist and began backing slowly into the shower cubicle. He snapped his fingers and the door closed behind them, cocooning them in the steamy stall.

“You can look, its okay.” He said, smirking slightly. She stared into his eyes for a moment before allowing her gaze to trail slowly downward. He had broad, muscular shoulders, a defined chest and arms. His stomach was tight and rippled with muscle, a soft dusting of golden hair started just below his navel and arrowed down into a thicker nest of curls that surrounded his arousal. He was long, pink and hard.

“You can touch me.” He reached for her hand and wrapped her cool fingers around his hard shaft. She ran her fingers gently up and down the turgid length, watching in amazement as the tip flushed almost purple in her grasp. Her fingers barely touched around his swollen girth as she slid her fisted palm from the base to the tip again and again. “That’s good…..a little tighter…” Hermione watched him lean back against the tiled wall of the shower, his head falling back and his eyes closed as she stroked him. She was fascinated by the play of expressions on his face, at times he looked so intense that she worried he was in pain, and at others he relaxed and smiled softly. “Gods your hands are soft…” He wrapped his hand around hers and sped up the movement, moaning softly as her thumb brushed over and around the bulging tip. “I’m going to come.” He hissed through his teeth as his hand clamped tighter around hers, squeezing his shaft firmly as he spilled his release onto the shower floor.

Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her beneath the shower’s spray.
“Wow Dragon….its a powerful feeling to touch you like that, to see you react that way.” She said as she pushed his wet hair back from his face.

“Now you know how I feel when I touch you.” He said as he captured her lips with his. “Are you okay with what just happened?” He asked, he didn’t want to do anything to put her off.

“Oh, I would have let you know if I wasn’t, but….” She looked down for a moment. “Can I do what you did to me this morning?” She asked. Draco sucked in a quick, surprised breath and he felt his cock stirring again.

“Yes, we can do that sometime if you want.” He said, his eyes dark and stormy. “Not right now though, we need to shower and get to breakfast before people come looking.” He slid his hands over her slick back to cup her round bottom. “While I would love nothing more than to stay with you all day and play, I am expected home tonight.” He said, seventh years, as long as they were over eighteen, were allowed to spend the occaisional weekend at home, and go on outings as long as they had a pass to leave the grounds.

“I’ll miss you I think.” Hermione said.

“How will I sleep without you?” He asked softly before he kissed her long and hard.

They were late for breakfast, running through the corridors and into the great hall with their faces flushed, their hair still dripping wet as they settled in at the table to eat. They didn’t notice the odd smiles and whispers around them as people noted that both of them looked fresh from the shower….and everyone knew head boy and head girl shared a bathroom.


****Sygnus- thanks for asking about Isabella(my 9month old daughter) She is doing better thank you, she caught a little stomach bug from her brother in 1st grade...I think hes a walking petri dish.