Unknown Chemistry (Complete)

Note: I do not own Harry Potter. I just do this for fun I do not make profit

Warning NC17


Chapter 7

Draco wanted to dance. He actually wanted to grab someone, sweep them off their feet and dance like a loon. He could not stop smiling. The day had been absofuckinglutely perfect. He could not stop smiling. The lesson with Snape had been the best yet. Delightful tension everywhere. He wanted to laugh, he made up every excuse to touch her, brush against her, anything. Gods he was excited. She was doing it again, glowing. She glowed with passion, he wanted to be the recipient of that passion. He wanted it. Now.


It wasn’t even just the need to shove everything off the desk, throw her down and rip her clothes of, and gods he needed to, he needed her, her mind, her soul and her body, Merlin her body. Playing images in his head of doing it fast or slow with all the passion she possessed. He couldn’t decide which was better. Staring into her eyes he would slowly back her against the desk, slowly running his hands down her, watching as her breath became laboured. Grabbing the back of her head as he lifted and lowered her down, slowly pushing his arousal into her, never breaking eye contact as he unbuttoned their shirts, running his hands up and down her soft skin. Slowly raising her skirts moving her lacy underwear and entering her. Slowly, finally kissing her, softly as he took her.

Or he could take her fast, ripping her shirt as he bit her neck slamming down on the table and grinding himself into her, her hands fisting in his hair as he threw her skirt up, ripped her underwear and thrust into her, hard, again and again until she screamed out his name, clamping down on his cock as he followed her into euphoria. Both with the same amount of passion. Yeah, both would work. Somehow, he managed to make it through the session, even though he really wasn’t paying attention, the internal debate of slow or fast seduction was just too damn interesting. As the lesson ended he slid his hand up her back and whispered in her ear.

“Seven, my place.” She shivered, taking in a quick breath and nodded. He grinned and quickly left.


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Gods he had a nice ass. She wanted to pinch it. She had accepted it last night, she wanted him. Badly. It made things a lot more fun and flirtatious. But gods, he looked at her like he wanted to devour her, the entire lesson had been such a trial. She felt like she was going to burst into flames and the heat pooling between her legs was not helpful. His touch, gods it was unfair. He’d casually run his hand along her lower back, her skin felt like it was boiling. She smiled softy as her brain teased her,


“Bloody fucking amazing foreplay, and if this is where it’s starting....fuck think of where it’s gonna go.”


She blushed and suddenly gasped as she felt his breath on her neck as he told her what time to come for dinner.


She couldn’t wait.

She walked around her room, she had one hour until she was going to meet Draco for their date, she had just gotten out of the shower and dried her hair with a charm, she stood there in a towel, she moved to the bed, dropping the towel. Recalling the feel of his gaze on her, Hermione’s hand wandered down to the pool of warmth that had formed. She began to play with her clit absentmindedly, shoving two fingers into her hot tight whole she felt like it wasn’t enough. Hermione blushed and decided to do something she hadn’t done in a while, she reached into the drawer by her bed and pulled it out, it was seven inches long, thick and bright blue. She turned the knob at the base of it and it began to vibrate. Slowly pushing it in her she moaned as she felt the vibrations. One hand pushed in and out while the other toyed with her clit. She let her thoughts wander, back to that dream man, except this time, he had a face. He grinned at her as he licked her clit, her hands in his blond hair. She kissed him and grabbed his ass trying to get him closer, to thrust deeper into her, harder, faster until she came, crying out his name.


“Draco!”


She rode out her convulsions and began to think clearly. She smiled, this was actually kind of nice. She had never felt this way about anyone, it was nice to have it acknowledged, appreciated. She felt sexy, knowing that someone she desired desired her too, and it was a heady strong feeling. She was also enjoying the fact that she would actually get to know him. Part of her attraction to him was curiosity. The man was a puzzle, never did anything she expected. This would definitely be an interesting evening.


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Hermione knocked softly at the door; adjusting her clothes again she hoped she looked alright. She had French braided her hair, a look she always loved. She wore a soft white knit sweater with a loose collar that hung off the shoulders, skinny jeans and tan wool skin boots with her pants tucked in. She applied a little make up, trying to look pretty for him. She felt good, she hoped he noticed.


Draco opened the door and grinned at her. She looked gorgeous, he hoped he looked ok, his baby blue shirt had one button undone and the sleeves rolled up but it looked fantastic on him, showing off his broad shoulders and lean muscles. His black pants hung just right on him. He opened the door to let her in. The room looked very comfortable, dark brown plush leather chairs and a roaring fire, complimented with dark red walls and bookshelves filled with books. It was so warm. Steps led up to a closed door which she assumed was the kitchen, next to the steps was a beautifully set table with candles waiting for her.


“You look gorgeous.” He said his eyes running up and down her.


“Thank you,” she said with a blush. “This room, it’s so... Gryffindor...”


“I hated the whole dungeon thing, dark browns and reds are always more comfortable colours in terms of a place to sit and read. I never really liked the dank atmosphere of the dungeons.”


“Hmmm, your kitchen is smoking.” She said casually. He looked at her in confusion until he looked at the swinging door that lead to his kitchen and saw smoke leaking out of it.


“Shit!” He dashed into the kitchen. Hermione slowly followed, pushing the door open she saw Draco attempting to pry something from a pot. With a grunt he watched what looked to be a giant black hunk of pasta fall onto the stove. While the other burning pot had slowly stopped smoking.


“Draco?” she said hesitantly. He looked over at her and sighed.


“Guess I’ve been found out.” He said with a smile.


“I can’t cook, I wanted to impress you, and I asked the house elves to bring me up ingredients for something incredibly easy to cook. They brought me a package of spaghetti and a jar of sauce, told me the basics and left. I thought it was easy. It’s not. I kinda suck.” He said the last part with a laugh.


“I’ve never even seen anyone cook let alone actually do it myself. But I wanted to do something for you, make something for you, that wasn’t aided by magic. It’s sort of my way of learning a little bit more about you. Obviously it failed...”


Hermione almost had tears in her eyes. She walked up to Draco slowly, put her hand on his cheek and softly kissed him on the lips. When she stepped back and opened her eyes, Draco’s were still closed, and he stood there with a spatula in his hand, Hermione just laughed at the strange image. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. His eyes sparkled and he looked breathtaking, he looked so different when he smiled, younger, and full of life. She was beginning to see that he portrayed most of his emotions through his eyes, and only big ones broke through and actually showed on his face. She was surprised at how quickly they were getting comfortable with each other, she loved it.


“Well, it wasn’t a complete failure. Would you like me to teach you?”


“I’d love that.”


“Do you have any spaghetti and sauce left? Or should we ask the elves for some?”


“Best ask the house elves. Unless you want a brick of pasta?” He said pointing to the literal brick of burnt pasta.


“Alright.” She laughed, “I’d also like to make a salad.”


“That sounds dangerous...”


“It should be fine, as long as you cut the mushrooms the right way so they don’t explode.”


Draco just stood there gaping at her. Until he saw she was kidding, he growled and started tickling her.

Laughing and fighting he pinned her to the counter. Both stopped and immediately realized how close they were together. Draco’s eyes darkened and hands started running up and down her waist. She ran her hands up his chest slowly. She looked up into his eyes, he pulled her closer.


“Draco.” She sighed.


“Yes, Hermione?” his voice husky with desire.


“If you keep looking at me like that we’re never going to even make it to out of the kitchen.”


He sighed and laughed, “Sorry, you kind of distract me, and make me think of other things.”


“Me too, but the whole point of this is to actually get to know you. And not in the biblical sense.”


“Right... So Ms. Granger. Teach me.”


She laughed and called for a house elf, asking for the ingredients needed to make spaghetti and a salad. Draco


felt a little silly as he watched the spaghetti boiling in the pot as she put together the salad. She had taught him how to cut up the vegetables, but he had refused to cut up the mushrooms. She taught him how to strain the pasta and mix in the sauce. It seemed so easy, he had no idea how he had managed to screw it up.
Dinner went incredibly well, conversation flowed and he managed to make her laugh several times. After dinner they moved to the couch with wine and Hermione finally asked questions about him.


“So where did you go after the last battle?”


“Well, my parents needed to get away, so we moved to Italy for a while, where I got a tutor to finish my schooling. After that I went to a university to learn about potions. The first few months were great, it felt like it was a new start, my parents seemed so full of life again. But gradually they kind of sunk into themselves. They almost don’t seem like people anymore. After the battle they were affectionate again, not just to me, but to each other. Like they realized they could live again, but I think finally the guilt got to them. They don’t touch me anymore, they barely look at me. Once in a blue moon I’ll catch my father being affectionate to my mother but they just seemed like shells of people. It was horrible because when I’d try to get out and escape them and that quiet house I was just surrounded by fake people. Women who wanted the money and name, men who wanted to take advantage of me thinking I would pay for everything they wanted. I just gave up eventually; I kind of became a shut in. Outside of university I never really went out. It was maddening, having no choice between hollow people or fake people.”


“What about your Slytherin friends?”


“They always brought out the worst in me. I wanted to redeem myself and my Slytherin friends will never change.
So I just left them. I want to change Hermione. I hate who I was.”


“What’d you mean when you said you failed him?” Hermione asked as she moved closer to him. He pulled her legs up over his and put his arm around her. She relaxed into him.


“Failed who?”


“Snape, our first day, you said you couldn’t fail him again.” Draco was quiet for a few minutes.


“He wasn’t the only person who had the option of being a double agent. I knew that he was one, and I knew he was really on the side of the light, I knew the whole time.” Hermione gasped.


“He tried to save me, offered me the choice, to join the light side and change, he knew me, he knew I hated who I was, was confused. So he offered me the chance to change, but I couldn’t do it. I was too afraid. I failed him, and I know he’s always been hurt and disappointed I never took the right path.”


“You did eventually Draco, you’re here now. Clearly trying to change. You haven’t even done anything or said anything hurtful to me. And you hated me, and I wasn’t too fond of you.”


“I never really hated you. I actually quite liked you, I just wasn’t allowed to like you. The whole blood thing was bullshit. I knew you were better than anyone at our school, blood had nothing to do with it.”


Hermione was floored. It was unnerving to learn so much about Draco. She saw him in a different light now. She felt a tightening in his chest looking at him. This kind man, who changed.


“I like this new you.” She said softly, while running her hand through his hair.


“This isn’t really the new me. You’re just meeting the me I hid from everyone.” He said as he leaned into her hand.


“Thank you Draco.”


“For what?”


“For letting me in, letting me learn about you.”


“Thank you for listening! You’re the first person who’s ever given me a second chance.”


She simply smiled up at him. “Hermione?”


“Yes Draco?”


“I really want to kiss you right now.”


“I don’t think I have a problem with that.” She smiled up at him. He grinned and leaned in and kissed her softly.
The kiss slowly escaladed, she was already practically in his lap. One hand was running up and down her leg while one was in her hair. His hand ran up and cupped her ass as he pulled her closer. Her hands were exploring the contours of his chest and shoulders. He slowly lowered her down on the couch until he was on top of her. Never breaking the kiss he settled in between her legs. Slowly he began to kiss up and down her neck. She began to unbutton his shirt.


“Hermione...” he mumbled into her neck.


“I just want to feel you, and see you.” She said breathlessly. He helped her unbutton the last few and pulled of the shirt. Gods this man was beautiful, perfectly sculpted. Her mouth watered as she took in the lean muscles, the defined abs and the treasure trail leading down into his pants. She ran her hands down his stomach to his belt. He groaned as he kissed her passionately, tongues duelling.


“You will be the death of me woman!”


She smiled between kisses and rolled them off the couch onto the floor so that she was on top.


“Sneaky little witch!”


She simply winked at him and kissed him again. Gods she was aroused, she didn’t think she could get this wet from simply kissing him. She ground her core into him feeling how hard he was. A flood of wetness gushed out knowing that she could arouse this Adonis of a man. It was a heady feeling. He began to snake his hands under her sweater. He groaned at how soft her skin was and she moaned, feeling his coarse hands running up and down her. Gods Draco was aroused, he wanted to rip her clothes off her and thrust into her. Things were moving too fast, he was losing control.


“Hermione?”


“Mmm?”


“We need to stop.” She looked into his eyes, shocked and sat up.


“Why? Don’t you want me?” She said. He could see the hurt in her face.


“Gods yes, can’t you fell how you affect me?” He grounded his arousal into her. “I want you so badly right now it almost hurts”


“Me too, so why are we stopping?”


“Because I don’t want to rush this, I want to get to know you too. I like you Hermione, I don’t want to screw this up.”


They were both quiet for a few minutes. Draco sat up, with Hermione still straddling him. Until she finally quietly said,


“I like you too.”


Draco could honestly feel his heart swell. He didn’t even think about it, he just pulled her close to him and held her tight. Kissing her hair and smiling.


“Where did you throw my shirt?”


“Do you have to put it back on?” He laughed.


“I guess not, I’ll walk you to the door?”


“Sure.” She said getting up and straightening her clothes and hair. She turned around to head towards the door and Draco pinched her butt, she squeaked and jumped. Turning around and glaring at the smiling shirtless god that was sitting on the floor. He reached out to take her hand and pull him up. He stood up and pulled himself into her.


“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”


“I noticed,” she blushed, “but I like it.”


“Good because I plan on touching you whenever I can”


“I have an idea for our next date.” The idea of another date with her had him unable to stop grinning. She wanted another date!


“Oh? And what would that be?”


“It’s going to be a surprise. We’ll go this Saturday.”


“Sounds good to me.”


He walked her to his door and pulled her to him again, kissing her, trying to convey how happy he was through the hot, wet kiss. She was breathless when he stopped. Gods she wanted him.


“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” He said, his voice deep and laced with desire.


“See you.” She said with one last kiss.


“Night.” She whispered as she stepped out into the halls.


“Night.”

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Gods this chapter took a while! I would love to hear everyones opinions on which is better; fast or slow seduction. Oh, and also the chapter lol
Would love you hear from you all!