The Scorpions Kiss

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Chapter 6- The Sandman



The days and weeks that passed since the night on the quidditch pitch had taken on a different shape for Draco and Hermione. No longer would Hermione duck and run when she saw Draco coming near, now she reveled with the sight him. When she wasn’t teaching classes or performing any of her teacherly duties she was with Draco and Scorpius. The three of them had become something of a small tight knit family, as unlikely as may be. Scorpius would sometimes visit Hermione in her classes. He would climb into one of the spare desks, curl up with his toy wand and fall asleep muttering’ Miss ‘Mione I don’t like dat Peeves.’



Yes Hermione had grown very fond of the boy, but what of the father? She and Draco had formed a friendship built on trust and incredibly hot make out sessions in literally every nook and cranny of the school. It was not uncommon for Hermione to be dominantly pulled into an empty broom closet or classroom where a waiting Draco Malfoy stood with lust in his heart and a smoldering fire in his eyes. Their little secret had remained so and no one was the wiser. Even when Professor Trelawney had walked in on them; Draco’s hand up Hermiones robe and tracing circles on her stomach as his tongue probed the depths of her anxiously awaiting mouth, did they get caught. Trelawney simply moaned about not knowing where her sister was, while Draco cast an invisibility charm and watched as the confused Trelawney blinked her eyes and muttered, “things disappear so quickly around here. It’s the grim!” Hermione and Draco would laugh and continue to carry on.



Hermione had not told Draco that she was a virgin but she sensed that he knew because up until now he had not pushed her into sleeping with him. Something Hermione absolutely required of him without ever actually saying it to him though. She wasn’t ready, she had waited this long, for what she wasn’t exactly sure but she was treading dangerously on thin ice with Draco as their romantic trysts became ever more hot and erotic.



“Oh, Granger you feel so good, I want more of you,” Draco moaned in her ear as Hermione kissed his neck and caressed his back. They had come back to the teachers’ common room to find it empty and within minutes they were on top of each other kissing and nibbling and laughing as they shared each others enamorate affections in front of the hearth of the great fireplace. They made their way to Draco’s private room, his son sleeping in the room next door, where he lay Hermione on his bed.



“Draco I’m not ready yet. Can’t we just be together without doing that?” Hermione looked into his soft silvery eyes and found understanding and patience, something neither Ron nor Harry could ever understand.



“It’s alright Hermione, just let me go take a cold shower and we can just talk.” Draco climbed off of Hermione to make his way to the bathroom.



“Draco?” he stopped and turned.



“Don’t take that shower tonight, come and sit down with me. There are others things I can do.”



Hermione loved so much that he wasn’t harsh with her when she stopped their love making before the main entrée had been served, and she wanted to relieve him, and maybe in that it would relieve her as well because her mounting lust for the tall, lean man before her was growing exponentially with every passing day. Draco sat back down on the bed and once again held Hermione tightly in his arms. Hermione moved her hand up and down on his pants feeling his erection through the soft fabric of his jeans and Draco moaned quietly in her ear. Draco leaned up and took his shirt off and nodded for Hermione to do the same. Hermione slipped her silky under shirt off and Draco’s mouth immediately went to her breasts where he softly suckled and fondled them as Hermione moved her hand down his pants and firmly held his hard and throbbing member in her hand. She began to stroke him lovingly and intensely and Draco’s face; filled with desire, released some of its tension as he melted into her body. His breaths were coming in short gasps now and Hermione knew he was close to climaxing. She put her head into his chest and took his small erect nipple in her mouth and sucked on it hard as she rubbed him rhythmically while his eager body tensed; erupting in pleasure. He lay in Hermione’s arms still now, cuddling her. Hermione had cleaned the evidence of their togetherness with a quick spell, to which a joking Draco had acted as if he took offense to her methods of cleaning up. He lay back down in her arms and asked her if he could return the favor. Hermione thought about it and then reluctantly said, yes. She was so wet though from feeling and rubbing him that she was right on the edge and it wouldn’t take much; she knew this to be true. Draco slid the panties that she wore down her legs as their eyes met each others gaze. He wrapped his arms around her hips and knelt down between her thighs that were now trembling with nervousness and excitement.



“Its okay, Hermione just relax, I’m not going to hurt you.”



Draco soothed her as his tongue slid softly over her clit and between her engorged folds. His tongue moved back and forth over her and Hermione felt her heart quicken as her orgasm fast approached. He buried his face deeply in her mound and he watched the beauty on her face as he pleasured his sweet Hermione. She felt her body become rigid and a wave of unencumbered bliss swept over her body like a cool ocean wave washing over her, as she moaned again and again. Draco sat up from between her legs looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, as he kissed her on the neck, running his fingers through her hair.



Hermione and Draco rolled over and they fell asleep as the sandman sprinkled his magic dust over their peaceful slumbering bodies.



“Dada, I’m scared, I’m scared Dada!” Scorpius had awoken with a nightmare and was bouncing on his father’s chest now. Both he and Hermione had a worried look on their face as little Scorpius cried soft wet tears.



“Hey little guy its okay. Daddy will never let anything hurt you. It’s just a dream now go back to sleep.” Draco consoled his child and Hermione could not help but find this the most attractive thing she had ever seen Draco do. Harry and Ron would never believe he was such a loving father, not after knowing how Draco was raised. Scorpius crawled under the covers between Draco and Hermione and Hermione gave the look that said it’s alright, he can sleep with us tonight and Draco smiled and fell back asleep immediately. Hermione couldn’t sleep, so she lay there in silence thinking about how different this man next to her was from his father Lucius Malfoy. How Draco had not let his Death Eater father destroy his life as he had his own. Draco was a success story, he would never abuse his son the way he had himself had been abused as a child. Draco never talked about his father though and she wondered if that might not be such a good thing. People who have been abused needed to talk about it, to get it out so it didn’t fester inside them and Hermione privately feared that one day it could all come crashing down on him and potentially break him. She decided right then and there that if it ever did she would be there for him as scary as it may be. Draco scared and hurt her as a child, so this wasn’t something she took lightly. She knew he had a dark side buried within that cocky exterior, and she wondered when it would surface’. Would it be next week or next year she knew not, but sooner or later it would, and she would be ready when it did.



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