More Than Meets the Eye

A/N: Well here is the update as promised. I hope that you all enjoy it. As to the question of do I have fanfiction elsewhere, the answer is no. Although I have always written for fun, this is the first time I have ever been brave enough to put my work out for the world to see.


Chapter 8

Hermione felt her anxiety rise as she looked at blond sitting next to her. While they were eating it had been easy. The conversation had flowed, and there was always something to do with her hands. As the silence stretched awkwardly between them, Hermione nervously started to bite her lower lip. Suddenly, Draco's mouth covered hers. He gently sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth, and ran his tongue across it. He pressed lightly against her so that she rolled to her back. As he continued to plunder her mouth, Hermione felt a wave a shock over its intensity. While their previous kisses definitely held passion, they were also gentle, almost sweet. This kiss was heat, and all consuming.

Draco lifted his lips. “If you are going to make the suggestion that your lips need nibbling, I will take you up on the offer.” He dropped his mouth back to hers to continue his attentions, eventually moving to her jaw and ear. Hermione moaned softly. A random memory fleeted through her mind and she started to giggle.

“Well this is a first. I've never had a girl start to laugh while I was snogging her!” He informed her.

Hermione saw his annoyed look and reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “I was thinking about what Fred said to me after they caught us snogging.” He quirked an eyebrow at her, so she continued. “He said that he would have hated for us to be rolling around on the ground when there were some perfectly good beds in the house that we could have used,” she told him, desperately trying not to blush. He gave her a wicked smile and she knew she was in trouble.

“First of all, I'm not going to shag you today. Although, it is nice to know that you are so enthusiastic about the idea.”

Hermione saw the gleam in his eyes and refused to respond, knowing that that was exactly what he wanted.

He started to nibble on her ear. “And second, if the twins think that the only place to shag is on a bed, then they have a serious lack of creativity.” He moved his mouth to suckle, nip, and lick her neck. “After all,” he continued between kisses, “there's the shower, the bathtub, the sofa, the dinning room table, the floor, up against a wall, any chair, and that's just inside a home.”

Hermione was bitting the insides of her cheeks to keep from moaning at the images that he was placing in her mind. The feel of his warm lips against her skin wasn't helping her determination.

“So,” he asked nonchalantly. “Do you think their lack of imagination keeps them to one position as well?”

“Malfoy!” She exclaimed, unable to keep quiet any longer. She felt his smile against her jaw. Damn! I let him win!

“Yes Granger?” he drawled, slowly bring his hand up her thigh.

She gasped slightly, and quickly moved her own hand to stop his progression. “I thought that you invited me so that we could get to know each other better.”

“We are getting to know each other better.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Most people get to know each other by talking, not snogging.”

“I thought we'd do both. There is a very good reason for us to spend some time today snogging.”

“You mean besides the one pertaining to the fact that you are an over-sexed teenage wizard?”

He snorted at her comment. “I am not over-sexed!”

“Oh please Draco! The only reason you can get away with your behavior is because the wizarding world is still sexist. If you were a witch, and acted the way you have, you would have been labeled a whore years ago!”

Draco shook his head. “Do you want to hear my reason, or do you want to argue about gender inequality?”

Hermione sighed softly. “Go on.”

“Somehow you have gotten to the age of seventeen with less experience than most third years,” he began. “Hey, don't get all defensive. It isn't my fault you're still a virgin,” he continued when he saw the flash in her eyes. “Anyway, you don't have any experience. I didn't want everything to be new on our binding night, it would be too awkward. So I thought that I would show you some stuff today. Like I told you, I am a good teacher.”

“I thought that you said that you haven't ever been with a virgin.”

“I haven't.”

“Then what makes you so sure that you're a good teacher?”

Draco was slightly annoyed that she was questioning his abilities. “I am a good teacher because unlike most wizards, I enjoy foreplay. This means that I will be patient enough to instruct you. By the end of our binding night you will have received a very thorough lesson on passion. Which you should appreciate,” he answered snidely.

Hermione planted her foot firmly against the ground. Using it as leverage she quickly flipped them. She smirked at his obvious surprise at finding her straddling him, with his hands pinned above his head. She knew that she had to act quickly, since the only thing keeping him in this position was his shock. “Let's get one thing straight Malfoy, just because I lack experience doesn't mean that you get to mold me into your plaything. While it is true that I lack practical experience, it should never be assumed that I lack the knowledge needed to pleasure a man.”

He snorted at her comment. “You don't believe me?” she asked him.

Draco smirked at her. “Granger, when it comes to pleasure, practical experience is needed. You can't learn it from a book.”

“Oh really?” she asked, giving him a wicked smile. She was going to make him eat his words. She hadn't lived with Lavender for six years for nothing. “Draco, I am going to take you to the brink, and when I am done with you, you'll be begging for more.” She saw his look of disbelief, and lowered her voice seductively. “Fine. Let's see how much training the virgin needs.” She shifted her position slightly in order to grind her soft core against his semi hard cock.

Draco closed his eyes and groaned. Even through her jeans he could feel her heat, and it seemed to slowly spread through his body. She dipped her head to lick his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth to let her in, and was confused when she didn't kiss him. Instead he felt her lips trail up his jaw to nibble an earlobe. He moaned softly when she caressed the top, first with her finger and then with the tip of her tongue. He felt a surge of disappointment when she sat up bringing his hands with her. Surely she wasn't finished. While it had been pleasant, he was no where near begging, and she had promised begging! He opened his eyes expecting to see uncertainty or defeat. Instead she was smiling at him. “No Draco, I am not finished with you,” he heard her purr. He watched as she turned one of his hands to kiss his palm, and then the pad of his index finger. He struggled to maintain eye contact as she licked it from base to tip. He saw her slight smile before she slowly took the finger wholly into her mouth. His eyes closed as she sucked and licked, easily imagining her attentions directed at his now rock hard cock.

“Mmmm Draco. You taste so good,” she sighed seductively, licking his palm.

Great Xerses! he thought with a moan. How can someone so pure be so sexual at the same time? Draco couldn't remember the last time he had been so aroused, and all she had done was suck his finger! Merlin, he hadn't even touched her yet! He moaned again as she switched to his middle finger, slowly continuing her torment. By the time she had worked her way through all ten digits, he was weeping in his boxers. He felt her gently lay his hands at his sides.

She nibbled his ear before whispering. “Do you like the way I use my mouth Draco?”

Draco's breath came out as a hiss. Do I like the way she uses her mouth? What kind of bloody question is that? “Merlin, yes!” he answered.

“Would you like for me to suck something else?”

Draco was speechless at her innuendo. He managed a strangled cry, and nodded his head. She undid the first button on his shirt. She kissed and licked the newly exposed skin. He buried his hands into her hair as she slowly, tortuously made her way down. She tugged on his shirt to untuck it, and ringed his naval with her tongue. He pushed her head down in an attempt to encourage her to go lower.

“Relax Draco.”

Relax? She wants me to relax? How in Merlin's beard am I suppose to relax when all I want to do is flip her over, charm away our clothes, and pound into her? She slowly made her way back up his body, nibbling on his abs. He unconsciously bucked his hips when she sucked one of his nipples. He continued to move against her when she focused her attention on it and its twin. She eventually continued her journey upward, sucking and biting his neck in a way that left no doubt in his mind that he would need to use a glamor charm to cover the marks. She gave him a final kiss before sitting up. Confused, Draco opened his eyes.

“So, was I right?” she asked him smiling.

“What?” Draco asked, trying to get his lust befuddled mind to work. What was she talking about?

“Do I know how to pleasure a man?” she clarified, her smile turning into a wicked grin.

“Merlin, Hermione!” he groaned trying to lean forward to catch her lips. He frowned slightly when she moved back to avoid him.

“Uh, uh, uh, Draco.” she told him, playfully waving a finger at him. “Not until you answer the question.” She gave him another grin and ground her core into him again.

Draco narrowed his eyes. The minx was playing with him! No one plays with a Malfoy. So she wants answers does she? I'll give her answers! He wrapped his arms around her, and easily flipped them.

Hermione's eyes widened when she suddenly found herself on her back. She wondered briefly if she had pushed him too far. She looked into his silver eyes, and felt a tingle shoot through her when she saw lust and desire in them.

“Granger, you will be happy to know that you still hold the title of know it all. However, you were wrong when you told me that you would leave me begging for more. Malfoys never beg, and you aren't going anywhere. This little game that you started is far from over.”

Hermione barely had time for his words to register before his lips descended onto hers. She plunged her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. She hadn't realized that torturing him would excite her so much. Now all the passion that had built up while she had been playing with him streamed out of her. She opened her mouth and a battle for dominance ensued between their tongues. When a need for air finally drove their mouths apart, Draco moved his lips to suck and nip her neck. Hermione moaned when his hands started to explore her body. When he had flipped them she had been straddling him, so now he was nestled in between her legs. Draco reached down to wrap her legs around his waist. Hermione groaned at the new angle of their contact, silently cursing that she had worn jeans. The comfortable material was too thick for her to feel him the way she wanted to.

She softly moaned again when he snaked a hand under her shirt to cup one of her breasts, her back arching as he played with the nipple. “Oh Merlin!” she whimpered at the thoughts that he started to place in her mind. Is your cunt as wet for me as my cock is as hard for you? I bet it is. Imagine how wonderful it will feel when instead of just rubbing against you, I'll slid in and out of you, over and over. I'm going to pump into you until your mind is so overwhelmed with pleasure all you'll be able to do is scream my name. Don't you wish that our clothes would just disappear right now? Hermione gave a strangled cry in response.

“Isn't it a shame that I said that I wasn't going to shag you today? As you know Malfoys always keep their word,” he whispered in her ear. Draco continued to slid his hands over her. He could tell that she was getting close as she was rocking against him frantically. He whispered to her about how he was going to pleasure her using his hands, his mouth, and his cock, when she arched up into him, crying out his name. “Merlin Hermione, you are beautiful when you come,” he commented. The sight of seeing her come proved too much for him, and his own rocking picked up pace. He came with a grunt, and collapsed against her.

As he lay on top of her trying to catch his breath, he tried to figure what the hell just happened. He couldn't believe that he had just come in his pants. He hadn't done that since he was fourteen! He hadn't lied to her when he told her that he could last a long time during foreplay, he just hadn't told her the complete truth. While it was true that he did enjoy it, the fact was that he had been with so many slags that the novelty of sex had faded. He was healthy seventeen year old. He had no problem with completing the act, but it often took quite a bit to convince him to bother with a witch when he could get the same release from his own hand. Yet today he had acted like a bloody virgin! He could even feel desire for Hermione starting to course through his veins again. Before he had never felt any desire to be with a witch once he had gotten his orgasm from her. It was always a one time deal.

He was still trying to figure out what was different when he heard a whispered Scurigify. Draco lifted his head to look at her and smiled at her half glazed look. Even with whatever was going one with him he could still satisfy. I am just that good!

Hermione returned his smile. “You seem rather pleased with yourself.”

“Well why shouldn't I? I just melted the ice queen.”

“Ice queen?! Listen you arrogant prick, just because I am a virgin doesn't mean that I'm passionless!” she informed him pushing against his chest. “Honestly, what is wrong with wizards? Why is it that they assume that if a witch doesn't automatically spread her legs, she is frigid?”

Draco looked down at her and quirked a brow. “Granger, anyone who wants to can get laid at Hogwarts, and you tell me that you're a virgin. What am I suppose to think?”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “Did it ever occur to you to ask why I'm a virgin instead of just assuming that there was something wrong with me?”

Draco rolled off of her. “Alright, fine. Hermione why are you still a virgin?”

She scowled at his patronizing tone. “Well as I was telling the Weasley twins...”

“Hang on a minute!” he interrupted her. “I've heard of some pretty open relationships, but you actually talk about your sex life with the Weasley twins? I would understand if you talked to the Weaselette, but those two?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “Of course not! If for no other reason than because I don't have a sex life remember? They offered to help me find someone to propose to, and I explained why I had never had a serious relationship before. With my goals in life I didn't think it fair to ask a wizard to wait, and since I don't believe in casual flings, it isn't too surprising that I am still a virgin. That doesn't mean that I lack desire or passion!”

“As you have just adequately proven,” he replied with a smirk. He propped himself to look at her, and started to laugh.

“What?” she asked with a frown

“George and Fred, the kings of pranks and practical jokes, offered to do something as serious as arrange a marriage? Great Xerses, who did they recommend?”

Hermione grinned at him. “I don't know. I was afraid to ask in fear that it would encourage them.” She looked at him and the grin slipped from her face. She started to bite her lip again. “Draco, will you promise me something?”

“Hermione, I think you should know me well enough to know that I am not going to blindly promise you something, no matter how much you tempt me with your nibbling. What is that you want?” He asked reaching a hand out to stop her anxious habit.

“I know that you are very good at Legilimency and Occlumency. You would have to be in order to lie to Voldemort and still live.”

“Yes, well I should be. My godfather started teaching me when I was five.”

Hermione shook her head at the further display of disregard for the law. “Will you promise me to never delve into my mind without my permission?”

Draco sighed softly. To give up such an advantage would be very unslytherin, but if this marriage was going to have any chance at working, he knew he would have to let her think that they were on equal footing. “I'll tell you what. I'll promise to never intentionally probe your thoughts and feelings without your permission. However, there are times when they just roll off you that I can't help picking up on them. I won't promise to never plant thoughts into your mind. I like being able to tell you things when my mouth is otherwise engaged,” he answered with a wink, smirking at her faint blush. It then occurred to him that after their marriage he would have all sorts of new ways to tease and torment her. Hmmm.... maybe this marriage will be more fun than what I originally thought.