His only Need

When Draco didn’t show up the following morning, Hermione started to worry a little. She had told Lupin and Tonks about the scene in the training hall, hoping that the adults would take it from their hands. Lupin had left the kitchen right after, they guessed that he went to Draco and were left there with Tonks looking a bit worried.

“PLEASE say you didn’t laugh at him!” She begged them and they told her that they had been in a state of shock and not said much at all. “Thank goodness, this is a really big thing you know!” She looked at the door squinting her eyes, deep in thought. “Really big thing,” she muttered.

The trio looked at each other. Was there more to Malfoy’s breakdown than… well a melt down?

“Let sit down and eat.” Tonks pointed to the table still looking at the door and the four sat down and started to eat in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

They all jumped when the door opened and Lupin entered, followed by a very quiet Draco.
“G’morning, Draco… Hungry?” Tonks grabbed a plate and threw a stack of pancakes on it. “Eat! You’ll need the strength in today’s lesson.” She was obviously trying to lighten the atmosphere in the room by being jolly.

Draco looked down at the plate and slowly started to eat.

“Ferr… Uhmmm… Draco… ‘bout yesterday,” Ron started and Draco’s hand holding the fork stopped in mid air, “…uhmm… Sure… uhmm… Everybody, well almost everybody… Not Voldemort… or Snape…. Or… OW!” he yelled when Harry kicked him under the table. “Well, all right, wh-what I was going to say is that sure you deserve another chance. And, well… I don’t completely trust you… yet… But we’ll just have to work on that… All right?” He reached out his hand to Draco.

Draco looked at Ron and then at his hand, then back at Ron and then took his hand. “We’ll never… NEVER talk about… it!” He looked around the table “Deal?”
“Deal!” sounded from all at the table! And Hermione jumped from her chair, throwing herself around Draco’s neck, making the chair tip, resulting in Draco and Hermione on the floor, Draco’s eyes shut in pain, Hermione’s knee between his legs. “Sorry!” She whimpered, turning a vivid red. All in the room started laughing, even Draco, though his eyes were still squinted in pain.




The next days came and went quickly with the four training in the daytime and relaxing after supper each night in the living room, sometimes playing games and other times just talking. Draco and Hermione sending each other dirty little looks, but going to bed in their separate rooms every night.

Draco was worried about if she felt the same and still saw him as a man, not just as a big sissy. So he didn’t want to make the next move, not sure how he would take it if she turned him down.

These thoughts were running through his head one afternoon when he has alone in his room, undressing to take a shower. He walked to his bathroom turning on the hot water, letting it run to get really hot. As he stood there looking in the mirror, the door slowly opened and he saw Hermione peeking in. “HERMIONE GRANGER! I’m naked in here!!” She blushed, but stepped into the room, locking the door behind her.

He looked at her in the mirror, and gasped when she slowly started to undress. A slight tremble moved down his spine. Was this real? He felt himself grow hard, not wanting to turn. As she let the last piece of fabric fall to the ground, she stepped right up to him, putting her arms around him, kissing him gently on his shoulder blade. Then she let out a little cry of shock noticing all the thin white scars running all over his back.

Draco closed his eyes. He had forgotten all about the scars, so busy taking in the sight of her undressing. Damn… He wished he had have time to tell her about them so she wouldn’t be that shocked.

She stood there, tears quietly running down her cheeks. “What have they done to you?” She asked, her voice quivering with sorrow. She started kissing the thin scars letting one finger follow the line, promising herself that whoever had done this was going to pay… pay dearly!

Draco didn’t move, his pulse slowly rising. Her touch was feather light, her kisses soft and hot. He normally was the seducer, so this was a new experience. He didn’t mind, he would let her set the pace, well as long as he could keep his control! She stopped and took his hand. “Come, bathe with me...” she whispered and led him to the shower.

Taking the soap she softly ran it over his body, not looking him in the eyes, afraid she would chicken out, blushing when she saw his swollen erection. She paused for a moment when Draco took a deep breath and placed one hand on the wall and the other on the glass of the shower cabinet. He threw his head back as she very, very tenderly took him in one hand, washing him slowly and then moved down his legs. She slowly stood up letting her free hand caress his body. “Your turn.” She handed him the soap, breathing in short breaths.

He took another deep breath then slowly started to massage her neck in circular movements with the soap, moving his hand slowly down to her breasts. With his free hand he took a finger and drew a small circle around her left nipple, making her lean her head back and breathe a little faster, which made Draco smile. He let his finger glide from one beautiful breast to the next and repeated the circular movement, sending tremors through Hermione’s body. Mmmm... he liked the way she reacted to his touch.

He moved the soap down her body, kneeling down to better reach. A slightly curly little bush of brown hair covered her secret place. He softly soaped her and quickly moved on down her legs. Then he stood up and pushed her under the shower head letting the warm water run across their hot bodies, and raised her head with one hand so he could kiss her.

As their lips met it sent shivers down their spines simultaneously and he pulled her close. Breathing in short breaths of air he lifted her up and out of the bathroom, putting her down on the bed. He forgot all about letting her set the pace, he just wanted her, to feel her touch his body and to caress her body and make her beg for more.

“Kiss me, Draco.” She whispered pulling him down to her and letting her hands run through his dripping wet hair. He kissed her with such passion she felt like everything around them disappeared. As his hand ran down her body she gave herself to him, wanting him to touch her and never stop. She ran her fingernails up his back making him moan with lust.

He moved his mouth to her neck, nipping slightly, making her suck the air in between her teeth and arch her back to push her warm body against his. “Hermione,” he groaned, moving his mouth further down. He took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it lightly while massaging the other breast with his hand. Oh, he loved to hear her moan with desire.

Her hand ran through his hair as he moved even further down, stopping to kiss her navel. He looked up at her and met her eyes really for the first time, asking and being answered with pleading eyes. He smirked when she bit down on her bottom lip, then throwing her head back as his tongue flicked across her clit and the circled around it slowly.

He groaned, growing even harder, she tasted so good, and when she whimpered and cried out his name he was about to explode then and there. Breathing very fast he sat up between her legs, looking down at her sexy body then looking her in the eye she nodded and softly cried, “Please!”

He positioned himself right at her entrance, leaning forward, slowly sliding into her warm and wet body. He stopped when he felt a slight resistance… Was she a virgin? He looked at her, she looked back through half closed eyes, biting her lower lip, nodded, then squished her eyes tight awaiting the pain she knew was going to be over with quickly.

He thrust into her, letting out a cry of delight knowing he was the first. He looked down for a sign that she was okay. A little tear ran from one of her eyes, making him worry. “I’m… I’m alright.” She leaned forward and kissed him, begging him to continue.

He kissed her neck, slowly starting to move inside her, closing his eyes, feeling her warm embrace, slowly speeding up to a steady pace, waiting for her to join him. He looked down into her face; her eyes closed, her head thrown back, breathing faster and faster, moaning and whispering his name. Oh God, she was beautiful.

Still inside her, he rose to his knees, holding on to her hips, picking up speed, closing his eyes and tossing his head back, he was moaning out loud, calling her name. Not holding back anymore, he felt his climax getting nearer and nearer and when he felt her come, contracting around him, he came with her, gripping her hips so tight she whimpered, calling out her name in small gasps. He fell forward, resting his head on her shoulder, still breathing in rapid small breaths, eyes closed and shivering in the after glow.

She looked at him smiling from ear to ear, eyes half closed; now she knew why they called him The Slytherin Sex God. The thought made a jolt of lust shoot down her spine. She rolled over and caught his eyes. He smiled a lazy happy smile, stretching to slide a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, then pulled her down kissing her softly. “My little vixen,” he laughed softly. She snuggled into him, yawned and sighed completely content and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world! Thankfully she had remembered to cast a silencing charm on the room!