Never Thought

“You keep blushing every time you look towards Draco, what’s goon?”on?” Katie questioned Hermione. “Have things changed between the two of you?”

“Not really,” Hermione said with a deep blush flushing her cheeks.

“Not really?” Katie asked. “What exactly does ‘not really’ mean?”

“Um, you remember the day I walked in on your and Professor Flint?” Hermione said, blushing even further.

“You looked like you enjoyed watching us a great deal,” Katie said with a sly grin.

“You have no idea,” Hermione said.

“Oh I think I do,” Katie said, reaching out to run a finger down Hermione’s cheek.

Hermione turned her head and pulled Katie’s finger into her mouth, suckling it. Katie moaned a bit. “You are getting sidetracked,” Katie said.

Hermione grinned and slid her mouth off her finger. “I literally ran into Draco and we got tangled together on the floor,” she said. She started to blush again. “I sort of… expressed my sexual frustrations on him.”

“Expressed your… how…?” Katie asked. She moaned as Hermione caught her mouth in a passionate kiss. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers through Hermione’s curls, holding her head in place as they kissed each other.

“I rubbed against him till I came,” Hermione murmured against her lips. “He seemed to like it.”

“What did he feel like?” Katie murmured against her ear, nipping it.

Hermione moaned. “He was so hard. If I ever have him inside of me, I don’t know how he’ll fit,” she said. “He came in his trousers shortly after I did. Gods I wanted to feel him inside of me, feel every inch of him as he came inside of me.”

Katie moaned, arching her neck to Hermione’s caresses. “Hermione,” she moaned. Her legs hit the bed and she sat down. She fell back to the bed when Hermione pushed against her shoulders, her thighs parting as Hermione parted her robes.

“You are so wet,” Hermione said, parting the the folds of Katie’s panties that had a slit up the center. “Crotchless panties? How naughty of you, Professor Bell.”

“Marcus adores them as well,” Katie moaned, the folds of her robe parting further up to reveal a see through lacy bra, matching the lace of her pants.

“I highly approve of his taste,” Hermione said. Katie couldn’t form a coherent response except to moan loudly, her back arching as Hermione closer her lips over her mound, her tongue sliding against her slit. Katie’s hand tangled in Hermione’s chestnut curls, the other hand moving over her head to grip a pillow as the younger girl’s tongue pushed into her pussy, lapping against the walls clenching on her tongue.

Hermione breathed in Katie’s scent as she caressed the flesh beneath her tongue. She hooked her hands on Katie’s thighs, burying her mouth against her mound even more, drawing the tight bud of her clit into her mouth to suckle on it. She pressed the flat plane of her tongue against the bud, moving it in a wiggling motion. A cry of pleasure showed Katie’s approval at the action.

Marcus frowned when he heard Katie’s moans. He made his way through the passageway to her quarters, pausing at the corner that led into her bedroom. “Oh Gods,” he heard Katie moan in a very familiar way. His cock instantly was hard in his trousers, already having been halfway there as he made his way to her. A grin slowly spread across his face as he thought perhaps he had caught his sexually driven witch in a moment of pleasing herself. The image of Katie with her fingers buried deep in her pussy as her other hand caressed the fleshy mounds of her breasts almost drove him to climax but he managed to control himself. He looked around the corner, intent on catching a glimpse then drawing attention to himself, but his throat froze.

Marcus was stiff and let relaxed as hechedched Katie moan and writhe on the bed. She made an incredibly sexy picture with her robes parted and her breasts straining against the lace of her bra while her stomach quivered from her pleasure. Even the sight of another woman’s head between her legs, her mouth obviously buried against Katie’s pussy turned him on, but it also made his chest ache. Marcus knew he was in love with Katie, and he would never mind sharing her with another woman… if he knew about it. Katie obviously was not being completely honest with him. That is what hurt.

“Oh Gods! Yes!” Katie cried out, her back arching as Hermione bit down on her clit.

Tears filled Marcus’s eyes as he backed up a step. With a fleeting glance at Katie’s quivering form, he turned and quickly fled back the way he came. Despite the love he always showed her, Katie didn’t seem to take their relationship seriously. It was going to tear his heart apart, but Marcus had to end it.

~~

Hermione collided with a hard body as she walked into the head common room, her head down as she walked. A deep chuckle escaped the person she ran into as she found herself entangled on the floor with him. She looked up and found herself lost in Draco’s silver gaze. “We have to stop meeting like this,” he said.

Hermione blushed brightly, but enjoyed the feel of his body against hers. “I’m sorry about the last time we ran into each other,” she said, her lips close to his.

Draco groaned. He could smell sex radiating off her, even from her lips. Oh Draco Malfoy had never had sex with a woman in the traditl sel sense. Never had his cock been inside of a woman, but oh his tongue and fingers had. The unmistakable scent of another woman’s juices came from her lips and he wanted to taste the combination so bad. “You are going to hit me, Granger,” he growled.

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“Because of this.” Draco caught her mouth in a hard kiss, licking along her lips. Sled,led, Hermione almost clamped her teeth onto his tongue before a moan escaped her throat and she found herself drowning in the kiss. Draco kissed her deeper, sliding his tongue across hers, drinking in the mixed taste of whoever was on Hermione’s lips and her own personal taste.

“I want you,” Draco murmured against her lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Your room,” Hermione moaned, pressing her hips down against Draco’s, both groaning as they came into contact with each other immediately. Draco didn’t need to be told twice as he easily rose and quickly lifted Hermione into his arms effortlessly. He made quick work of going across their common room to his room, entering without preamble.

Hermione took a moment to look around, mildly stunned. She expected either everything to be clad in black or green and silver. Silver was definitely everywhere, but instead of black and green there was blue and grays, silver accenting everything as well. What she thought was going to be a very cold, masculine room was a very warm and inviting room that had a masculine flair, but it wasn’t so masculine that a woman needed to lighten things up. She felt relief at not smelling even a faint amount of another woman’s perfume in the air. If he ever brought another lover here, she couldn’t tell. His lips came into contact with the skin of her neck and a moan was wrenched from her throat as she leaned against him.

Draco led Hermione over to the bed and turned her around. His silver gaze lockith ith her chocolate one before he knelt at her feet. He slid his hands along the creamy skin of her legs and up under her skirt. He growled when he felt nothing between the damp display of her arousal and his fingers. He shift and his blond head disappeared beneath the gray fabric.

“Oh Gods!” Hermione cried out as she felt Draco’s tongue lash across her swollen clit. Both hands found their way against his head as she steadied hers Her Her legs trembled slightly as his m clo closed around her mound, sliding his tongue into her warm body.

“I’m going to fall,” Hermione whimpered.

Draco reemerged, his blonde hair tossled from behind beneath her skirt. He smiled at her, his lips and chin glistening with her own juices. He rose and caught her mouth in a kiss as he lifted her into his arms. Hermione groaned at the taste of them both on his lips, her arms coming around him instantly just as he lowered her to his bed, the silk sheets cool against her flushed skin. Soon Hermione’s skin wasn’t covered by a stitch of cloth and her hair was fanned out behind her. Through a hazy gaze of lust and desire, she watched Draco divest himself of his own clothing. She took in the magnificence of his body, her eyes flickering past his waist. A moan of anticipation escaped her throat when she saw the obvious endowment jutting from white blonde curls between his legs.

“Draco, I’ve never…” Hermione shook her head.

Draco laid beside her, pressing his length against her. A gasp escaped them both as they touched skin to skin. “I know,” he murmured softly, running his finger along her lips. “Neither have I.”

“The Slytherin sex god?” Hermione questioned.

“I’m no novice when it comes to pleasing a woman with my fingers or tongue, but I had a foolish notion to wait till the woman I’ve been obsessing over would let me make love to her,” Draco said.

“I’m sure she’ll be disappointed to miss her chance,” Hermione said.

“Since you aren’t going to miss it, I merely hope you won’t be disappointed in my lack of experience,” Draco admitted, a flush spreading over his alabaster skin.

Hermione looked confused then realization hit her. He was confessing to obsessing over her. He had waited for her. “Make love to me, Draco.”

Draco lowered his body to hers, kissing her gently. He felt Hermione’s thighs part and he needed no further encouragement, moving between them. They both groaned as he settled himself between her thighs. Their eyes locked and Draco shifted his hips, the tip of his cock nudging against her. He slowly pushed forward, groaning and suppressing the need to come as he felt her body start to engulf his. He pushed in more, reaching the mark of her virginity. Hermione tesned beneath him.

“You okay?” he questioned.

“Yes, I know it’ll probably hurt,” Hermione said softly. “Just slide into me, I want to feel all of you.”

Draco nodded and thrust his hips forward. He leaned down and brushed a kiss against her cheek when a tear slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“S’ok,” Hermione whispered. She shifted her hips and gasped at the pleasure that shot through her. “Oh… much better.”

Draco chuckled, slowly pulling out of her. He slowly began a rhythm that was as old as time but unfamiliar to them both. Soon the couple began to move in time with one another. Hermione’s hold on Draco tightened as her body began to tremble at the feel of his cock inside of her, bringing her immeasurable pleasure.

Draco began kissing her in urgency, his hips moving faster against hers, a growl emanating from his throat at the feel of her wrapped around him so wet and tight. Hermione’s head fell back and her neck arched as pants escaped her throat.

“Oh Gods!” Hermione cried out. “Oh! Oh Draco!” Draco buried his face in her neck, groaning loudly as he moved faster inside of her. A scream of pleasure erupted from Hermione’s throat as his hips shifted just so and she was sent spiral out of control as her orgasm crashed over her. She was barely aware of Draco’s hips beginning to piston faster against hers before he groaned into her neck and his climax overcame him.

Hermione ran her fingers through Draco’s hair as her body calmed from the incredible pleasure still tingling her senses. “I love you,” Draco whispered against her ear.

Hermione’s fingers stilled. “You… love me?”

Draco looked at her worriedly. “Yeah,” he said. “I have for awhile. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

A soft smile crossed Hermione’s beautiful features. She lifted her head and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you too.” The words barely escaped her lips before they were caught by Draco’s and he sent them tumbling yet again into bliss.