Second Chances

Disclaimer: Not mine.





Hermione’s first stop of the evening was a muggle shopping center, where she visited a store that had always been one of her guilty pleasures, La Perla. She had always enjoyed looking though the floaty garments in fabrics of silk and lace, in colors ranging from shimmering pastels and deep, vibrant jewel tones. Typically she stuck to the variety of underthings worn daily, such as knickers and bras and the occasional slip. Today, however, she was looking for something special.

She flipped through the racks, dismissing item after item as too ostentatious, or in an unflattering color. While she certainly wanted something that would… appeal to Draco’s baser needs, she also wanted to feel comfortable. She doubted she would be much of a seductress if she couldn’t bring herself to show him after she put it on. And she wanted to look pretty, not suddenly morph into a dominatrix or a slag. She was starting to lose hope when she saw a rack of gauzy looking chemises trimmed in lace.

As she came closer she saw that the garment came in a shimmery pale pink that she knew would suit her coloring. The beautiful nightdress had a bodice made of the thinnest, softest silk imaginable, barely skimming the thigh before ending in a cobweb of fine lace that extended several inches farther. The bust was tailored into silk cups designed to cling to the breasts, edged in the fine lace of the skirt. The back was open nearly all the way down, dipping low. Her favorite part of the gown, however, was the light sprinking of tiny silver sequins embroidered sparingly onto the bodice, looking like tiny sparkles of dew. She purchased it immediately without bothering to try it on, falling in love with it immediately.

She left the store and headed for the market, where she purchased a bottle of champagne and groceries for tomorrow’s breakfast, and headed home, butterflies in her stomach. She had left herself plenty of time to have a long bath, performing the necessary hair removal, skin softening, and deep conditioning rituals before drying her hair and exiting the bathroom to change. She pulled on a full-length but low-cut gown in a deep shade of blue, knowing that it would get Draco’s blood pumping during dinner, and hung the fragile chemise in her walk-in closet for use later that evening. By the time she’d finished her preparations it was time to meet Draco.

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Dinner was wonderful that evening, and Hermione was more certain of her decision than ever as Draco’s eyes devoured her from across the table, burning more intensely than usual. While she wasn’t second-guessing herself, she was feeling more than a bit of anticipation as the evening wore on. She practically pulled him from the restaurant the moment the bill was paid, ignoring his inquiries as to what the rush was.

“Granger, really, there was no need to drag me away from waitress, we were only discussing a mutual friend,” he informed her in a confused tone, misinterpreting her impatience for jealousy.

“I know,” she replied brusquely, not bothering to explain as she continued pulling him along the sidewalk, moving at an alarmingly speedy rate for someone so tiny.

“Then why the rush?” Draco asked in confusion, a bit annoyed.

“I’m not rushing,” she replied in tone that clearly indicated the conclusion of the discussion, leaving him to stare at her, a totally baffled expression on his face.

They continued on in silence to the apparition point, Draco having decided it was best to avoid irritating her with further attempts at understanding what precisely she was up to. As they reached the point, she turned to give him a quick smile, grabbing his arms and apparating them both to her neighborhood.

“I thought we could have a drink,” she said simply, obviously believing this to be a reasonable explanation for her bizarre behavior.

They reached her apartment and she shoved him inside, locking the door behind them and seating him on the sofa. She made a beeline for the bedroom calling over her shoulder for him to pour the champagne that was in the refrigerator. Not bothering to try to figure out what she was up to, he did as she instructed, finding two flutes on the counter and filling them with the chilled drink. Suddenly the lights dimmed and he turned to investigate.

As he turned around, he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Hermione Granger was leaning against the doorframe, her pale, rosy skin glowing, covered only by a scrap of silk and lace, breasts spilling over the delicate fabric which shimmered with tiny points of reflection in the candlelight. He stood rooted to the spot as she pushed off of the wall and sauntered towards him. Her bronze curls were piled messily on top of her head, exposing her graceful neck and shoulders to him, and her slim legs moved sinuously, drawing attention to how short the tiny slip really was. Somehow the effect was for more sensuous then he could have imagined, generally preferring a woman’s naked body to any adornments. Seeing her like this, a tiny glittering and glowing nymph, was unbelievably erotic, not to mention the knowledge that he was praying be allowed to slowly peel the silky creation from her body soon.

Hermione’s heart was fluttering as she moved towards Draco. Even after picking something she knew was flattering, she found herself having to override her mind’s objections to the situation, forcing her legs to propel her towards him. He looked completely dazed by the sight of her, which she could only hope was a good thing. As she stood before him, contemplating him nervously, he still had yet to move a muscle.

“Don’t you want to touch me?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes, her tone meant to be husky, but wavering slightly in the presence of the doubts running through her overactive mind.

He didn’t reply, but met her eyes in a burning gaze, reaching out for her, stroking slowly over the different textures of silk, lace, and her impossibly smooth skin. As he worked his way over her the curves of her body, he paused briefly at her breasts, brushing over her silk-clad nipples with the lightest of touches. His eyes were riveted to her as the dusky nipples hardened obviously through the sheer silk. She moaned lowly and melted in to him, pushing her body against his.

“Take me to bed Draco,” she whispered into his broad chest, going limp as strong arms lifted her, transporting her to the bedroom and laying her gently atop the comforter. He sat next to her, continuing to caress her body, enraptured by the sight. He petted lightly from her toes, up her calves, to her thighs, tracing the inner and outer curves of her shapely legs. She shivered under his touch, her legs involuntarily bending slightly under his touch. As he bypassed the area under her slip, moving up over the pale silk and feeling the curves it hugged, she whimpered.

“Draco! Take it off now,” she demanded impatiently, greatly affected by his tender ministrations and lust-filled eyes.

He chuckled softly, dark humor evident in his eyes. “I think not. This is the get-up of an extremely naughty little girl, who wanted to entrance me by flaunting her flawless body. I’m happy to say that your mission was accomplished and I plan on committing every part of your delicious appearance to memory before removing this… item.”

Hermione tried to cover her blush with an indignant huff and waited helplessly as he pinned her arms to her side, covering her body with his own and brushing warm lips over hers. Feeling her sigh into his mouth he gently probed the moist cavern of her mouth with his tongue, drinking in her breathy noises. He pushed his body against hers, gently pressing his arousal into the apex of her thighs and watching for a reaction. She whimpered against his mouth and thrust her own hips back at him. “Please, Draco.”

He smiled slightly, sitting up and loosening his tie. She followed him, pushing his hands away and holding his eyes as she reached for his tie, pulling it from his neck and working at the buttons of his shirt under his watchful gaze. He glanced down and noted her trembling hands. Pulling them into his own larger grasp, he held them still.

“Hermione, if you aren’t ready,” be began before she cut him off.

“I want this Draco,” she told him seriously, “that’s why I’m trembling. Because I can’t wait,” she finished, smiling shyly at him.

“Alright then.” He released her hands, pulling them back to his shirt and smiling fondly at her. Together they finished unbuttoning his shirt and she pushed in off his shoulders, finding his smooth skin heated to the touch. She went for the fastenings of his trousers, half expecting him to stop her again. She was pleased to note that he didn’t, instead continuing to watch her as though he was debating when to pounce. As she finished undoing them, he lifted his hips so that she could slide them down. He kicked off his shoes and socks, stepping out of his pants.

Hermione stood, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down his slim hips, eyes darkening at the sight of the pale golden hair leading to his large erection glistening with pre-cum. She stood and watched his face as he toyed with the tiny straps of her nightdress, pushing them off her shoulder and pressing open-mouthed kisses to her bare shoulders. She let her head fall back as he kissed around her collarbone and moved downwards towards her breasts. He palmed them through the silk once more before sliding his hands downward over her hips and finally peeling the delicate creation slowly from her body, watching reverently as her nude form materialized before him.

“I doubt I will ever tire of watching your perfect body stripped bare before me,” he whispered breathlessly, pushing her back onto the bed and dropping to his knees before her, parting her thighs. He licked lightly up her inner thigh as she moaned and pushed her legs farther apart, exposing herself completely to him. He took the invititation, delicately pressing a finger into her wetness and lapping gently at her clit. She began rocking her hips and he brought her off with ease, kissing slowly up her body.

She pulled him up, giggling and peppering him with kisses, suddenly going breathless as she felt his hardness pressing against her. She rotated her hips, trying to pull him towards her entrance.

“I take it you’re ready,” he remarked dryly.

“Absolutely,” she replied softly, kissing him deeply.

He guided his weeping erection to her slick entrance, nudging her folds gently and pushing the head in gently, groaning at the contact to his painfully hard cock. She gasped at the sensation and wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. He inched in, restraining himself from snapping his hips an driving himself home. She was impossibly wet and tight, enveloping him in her slick and snug heat.

As he reached her barrier he paused, watching her face for signs of distress before pushing forward gently, breaking it. She gasped, tensing at the sensation, and he leaned forward, kissing her face gently and whispering words of love and encouragement. She quickly met his eyes and smiled, encouraging him to move.

He began with gentle motions, rocking against her. She was panting and moving in time with him, pressing her hips up against him as he thrust. She reveled in the delicious fullness and the weight of him on top of her, admiring his straining form as his toned arms supported his flexing body. Suddenly he shifted, pushing deeper and stimulating something deep inside her walls. She cried out and he mimicked the movement, stroking his cock against the spot again and again.

She was bucking wildly and as he watched her face, seeing her intense expression, flushed with exertion, and wild eyes, he knew she was growing close. He worked a hand down between their bodies and stroked gently at her clit, feeling her tighten around him immediately and forcing his impending climax back.

“Don’t hold back baby, let me hear it. You’re mine now. Come for me, Hermione,” he encouraged.

Within moments she was coming, crying his name out and clenching rhythmically around him, as she stared up into his grey eyes, full of emotion.

He let go immediately, groaning deeply as he spilled himself into her, his hips pistoning in and out rapidly until he was completely spent and collapsed against her form, rotating them onto their sides to avoid crushing her, but staying buried within her. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing deeply of his scent and kissing him there.

“I love you so much,” Draco spoke finally, sounding amazed. He tilted his head downward, trying to catch her eye. “Thank you,” he finished gently, “for everything.”

“It was my pleasure,” she replied simply, snuggling against him and drifting into a satisfied, blissful slumber as he stroked soothing circles against her back. \"And your mine too,\" she mumbled as an afterthought, halfway asleep already.

Draco smiled slightly and lay awake, enjoying the feel of her soft form against him and wondering how he had ever gotten so lucky to find anyone as wonderful as Hermione.