Help Me Draco

The next few days Hermione avoided Malfoy while she thought. She had let instinct take over the last time they met up and it felt good, but she still had so many doubts. She didn’t know how Draco felt about her. At least with Ron she knew she was a trusted friend, but she had no idea where she stood with Draco. Was she just a diversion for him, a game. She wouldn’t be anyone’s game, not matter how well they kissed.



She didn’t need to be the pawn however. She could just as easily use him for education and be done with it. But even as she thought about it, she knew she wasn’t like that. She felt a strong attraction to Draco, true, but even so, she cared enough not to treat someone as just a play thing. Then she felt guilty. Isn’t that was she had done with Ron though?



Now she felt sick. Maybe she should give in to Draco, to pay herself back for treating Ron as she did. That is if Ron was hurt by it, but she had no way of knowing, and she wasn’t about to ask him.



During potions as they took their seats, Draco slid himself into the chair next to her. “What are you doing?” She asked as she took her own seat.



“Getting ready to take notes.” He said with a wide grin as he took out his parchments.



Class progressed easily enough, but she could see his looks and glances as they worked. She knew he was planning something but she didn’t bother asking what. She would eventually find out.



As they left class, he leaned in a said, “See you after dinner.”



Her heart began racing. After dinner became a point of nervousness. What was going to happen this time?









Hermione left the great hall after dinner, she had showered and changed after her last class, but was nervous as hell. She walked aimlessly down the corridor that contained the closet. She chose that direction because it was the only one that seem so logical. If nothing happened, then she would continued to wonder until something did.



She got to the lower levels and found the door to the room of requirement handing between the tapestries as it was before. It was being held open by Draco Malfoy.



Taking a deep breathe she walked in the room, hearing the loud click behind her as they were sealed inside. It was the same bedroom that he had tied her down in before. She leaned forward and looked at the headboard to find it bare.



“There aren’t any ties up there.” He said from behind slipping an arm around her waist. “I thought we just might have some snog time. It’s been a long few days for me, I’m sure it has for you too.”



She didn’t want to admit he was right. She had missed his touch, and his kisses. Was this how Pansy felt with Ron? Did she need him like this? She turned and met his lips in a kiss. It was sweet and drawn out, and the most romantic kiss she had ever known.



Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor, walking over to the bed. They fell together, still kissing, on the bed. Hermione welcomed his weight. He felt wonderful and firm. Her hands ventured along his back and waist. He was a superb kisser and had an even more superb body.



Her hands moved down to his waist, pulling the shirt from his jeans so she could feel his skin. It mere seconds he pulled his shirt off and it was tossed aside. His bare back was smooth and warm and she wanted to feel it against her own.



She realized then, they Draco had never seen her breasts before, and now she ached to have them touched. She slipped her hands between their bodies and the kiss broke as Draco lifted up on his elbows and watched her. She slowly undid the buttons of her sweater, one by one, until she parted the fabric and revealed a satin white bra to his view.



“How lovely.” He whispered and leaned down kissing the valley between her breasts. Her perfume smelled of a fine champagne and fait floral mixture. She shifted about and he pulled himself away just long enough to help her take her sweater off and unhook her bra.



When he pulled the garment off her, he took several moments to simply look at her. She was perfectly rounded, with pale pink nipples that were already teasing him. They were puckered, and stiff, calling to him. He reached up with one hand, closing his fingers around her.



Hermione felt his touch down to her toes. Ron had been rough but she imagines it was because he was overly excited and couldn’t wait for it. Draco had more control. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth rolling it around with his tongue and sucking gently.



Hermione arched her back, weaving her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. He was such a powerful man, and she developed an ache between her legs. Her legs parted and she hugged his hips, while reaching for his hand. With a wantonness she didn’t know she possessed, she thrust his hand lower in the direction she needed it.



“Yes ma’am.” He said into his mouth, and yanked her skit higher, thrusting his fingers into her knickers. “Already dripping? One would think you were randy.” He kissed her with more heat and thrust two fingers inside her, pushing upward and swallowing her groans.



Hermione’s body and mind flew into a new reality. This wasn’t about a connection, respect of even trust. This was about shagging and when she pulled from Draco’s lips she looked at him with such lust that his own eyes widened in surprise.



She tore at his jeans with him and pushed them off his hips, then lifted her hips so he could pull off her skirt and knickers. He was on his knees about to drop down when she reached out and took his cock in her hand. Sitting up with her legs open on either side of his body she looked at him just as closely as he had looked at her.



He was firm and thick, her fingers barely touched completely. His eyes leaked out a clear fluid and she rolled her thumb over it and delighted in hearing his loud moan. He had a thick vein that traveled along one side and neatly trimmed blonde hair. She reached with her other hand and felt the weight of his sac in her palm.



Draco sucked in a breathe but didn’t stop her. Her hand were soft and delicate and her curiosity was just too adorable.



“Do you want me……” She couldn’t finish.



“Not if you don’t want to.” He told her. The image of her sitting with wide open legs, holding his cock in her hands and looking up at him innocently would forever be branded in his mind under the heading, Wanking Material.



She leaned forward and gave his head a lick, then made an odd face. “You don’t have to.” He said, giving her neck a caress.



“I wasn’t expecting it to be that sweet.” She said. He looked down and noticed that he had let out another drop of precum.



“I cant help that.” He said. He was rock hard now, thanks to that single lick from her tongue. “Don’t bother with it right now.” He dropped his body over hers again. “I’m too hungry to play right now.”



All thoughts dropped from her head as Draco slid between her legs. She opened them and held out her arms. He braced himself up and looked down at her. “Guide me in.” He said.



She reached down and took him in her palm, directing his head to her pussy. She felt a new nervousness take over, and she began shaking. Things hadn’t gone well with Ron, and she was worried about how Draco might see her.



“Having second thoughts?” He asked. A film of sweat was forming on his brow. He was fighting an inner battle to keep from just plunging inside her. If she had changed her mind, he would have to stop, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to once he was inside her.



“No, I just want to do it right.” She said.



“Trust me, it will be.” When she smiled, he thrust inside her. Hermione let out a shriek and arched high. “Are you alright?” Draco asked, holding himself still.



“YES!!!!” She cried out and wrapped her limbs around him. Draco smiled into her neck and began moving. It became evident to Hermione that she did chose the wrong man. Draco moved with her naturally and knew just how to interpret her responses.



Draco was indeed paying attention and picked up the pace. Hermione was being thrown about as he thrust against her, still up on his fists and looking down at her. Those fabulous breasts of hers were bouncing about in time to her cries. He rose up on his knees and took her leg, flattening it out and straddling her thigh. He hugged the other leg to his chest.



Moving closer, until he was submerged balls deep with his knees up near her hips, he clutched her leg in a tight grip with one arm and reached up to grip her shoulder in his other. Pulling her into his thrusts he fed off her higher pitch cries. It would have sounded to anyone like she was in pain, but she was far from it, he knew and she knew.



She couldn’t handle the movement, since she had been with Ron, but this was so different. Draco brought out something in her that she didn’t recognize. She needed and wanted more and urged him on, pulling on his shoulders, arching to meet him.



“Where has this girl been?” He asked, again speeding up. They were dripping with sweat and panting, but neither minded. “Does that feel good?” He asked, looking at her.



“Yes.” She said. “More.”



“Anything you want.” Grabbing both her wrists he pulled on her body and plunged harder and harder. She let out a whole new series of sounds and Draco loved every moment of it. “I knew you needed this.”



He pulled out and grabbed her legs, flipping her on her stomach, the grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Guiding his cock back into her, he began thrusting from behind, watching her hair fly back and forth. “Do you like it this way?” He asked. Her answer was a grunt, but when he stopped she backed up rolling her hips. He grinned down at her wiggling ass and began moving with more force. He leaned down and reached under her hips, searching out her clit.



He felt his sac tightening up but he wasn’t about to cum without her. She let out a whimper and more shrieks and then it sounded like she was about to cry, but Draco knew better. He moved faster, driving into her. “Come on Hermione, cum with me.”



Her name on his lips sent her body into shivers and let out a howl as she came hard, her body sent into a blizzard of pleasure. As she was reeling from her orgasm Draco pushed his own body to spew for fluids into her. The clamping down on his cock was enough to throw him over his own peak.



By the time she collapsed on the bed, Draco had filled her up and was panting over her, holding himself up on his arms. He waited until she was comfortable then eased his body down beside hers, resting with her.



He smiled to himself as he watched her. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. Her face was calm and relaxed, but he thought there might be a hint of a smile there. Her body didn’t move, but he could easily see the rise and fall as she breathed. After some time her eyes opened and blinked several times before focusing on him.



He gave her a small smile. “How are you?” He asked.



She let her eyes close then open and inhaled deeply. “Tired, but in a good way.” She said.



Draco slid his body closer and reached out to brush her hair away from her face. “Then we did alright.” He leaned in and kissed her temple. “I new we’d be good partners.”



“How did you know?” She asked, not moving as his fingers drew pictures along her back, its was a comforting gesture.



“We match each other. We are both strong, domineering people. I could sense the chemistry from that first kiss.” He said, letting his arm rest over her back. He was close and his body was cuddled up next to her.



“You could see that?” She asked, shifting onto her side.



“Yes.” Helping her get comfortable.



“I think I was too shocked to notice anything.” Draco lifted her leg and draped it over his hip.



“I could tell.” He said, letting his hand caress her ass.



“Are you randy again?” She asked.



“Are you?” He asked, looking up at her.



“No, I just thought you might be.” She said. “You keep touching me back there.” She tossed her head to indicate her ass.



“I like touching you.” He said giving her ass a squeeze. “You have a nice ass, you know. Soft and just the right size to fit my hands.” He gave her another squeeze. “Nicely rounded and shaply, just like an ass should be.”



Hermione giggled. “Thank you Mellors.”



Draco frowned but kept his smile. “Mellors?”



“It’s nothing, just a muggle book.” She said.



“What book?” He asked, caressing her thigh with a gentleness that melted her heart.



“It’s called Lady Chatterley’s Lover. He spoke about her ass too.” Hermione explained.



“I have to find it then.” He said, lifting her arm to his shoulder then went back to her thigh.



“I can give you my copy.” She said. He gave her a smile and pulled her closer for a kiss. They lay there like that, holding each other and kissing gently. Hermione basked in the adoration he gave her. It could have been mere gratitude for letting him fuck her, but she didn’t care. She would deal with reality later.