Fragments Of A Malfoy

Chapter Eight: Intercourse

The next day found Hermione walking up to Draco in the Great Hall just after lunch. He'd overslept and missed her at breakfast where he'd meant to ask about his robe and wand and what her plan would be for finding them. He didn't even need to open his mouth before she had issued instructions.

"Malfoy, come to Gryffindor Tower when you're finished here and stay outside the portrait hole until I come out. I have an idea where your belongings are."

He'd nodded at her, then looked shiftily around to see if anyone was near enough to have heard her. The few people present were busy reading the Daily Prophet or chatting with each other. He was the only person at the Slytherin table. He'd suddenly lost his appetite and left half a plate of food still on the table as he extricated himself from the bench and hurried after her.

Hermione was nowhere in sight, so Draco simply followed her instructions and headed for the Gryffindor common room's entrance. Upon reaching it only minutes later, he stood outside and waited. The Fat Lady fanned herself lazily, peering down at him with suspicion.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," he told her flatly.

"I didn't say you were," she replied haughtily.

A few minutes later the portrait opened and Hermione peeked out. "That was fast," she said with a grin. "Come in."

"Come in?" he squeaked. "Aren't we going to look for my things?"

Hermione pushed the portrait open a bit more and gestured for him to follow her. He slipped past before the Fat Lady could protest and Hermione pulled the door shut behind them.

"What are we doing here?"

"Finding your wand. Are you totally daft?" Hermione pulled a face at him as if he should have known this was the first place one should logically look for a Slytherin's belongings.

He followed her into the cozy room, noting that they were alone. "Aren't there any other Gryffindors here?"

"There are a couple of boys in their dorms but we're not going there. Follow me."

"Where are we going?" he asked as she led the way up a swirling stone staircase.

"Just come on. And be quiet." She reached her hand back to him and he took it, allowing her to pull him along.

They approached the door to the girls' dorm and Hermione had to give him a good yank before he would follow. He kept expecting a gaggle of girls to come swarming out, find him there, and run off screeching into the night. Instead, he found the dorm to be as empty and silent as the common room.

"What are we doing--" He was silenced by Hermione's finger touching his lips. The innocent gesture turned seductive in Draco's mind. He was in her room, where she slept - where she had her knickers hidden...somewhere. And she'd brought him here, no, dragged him.

"Shh."

"But no one's here," he protested.

"Malfoy, just shut it," she said, her eyes glittering as she walked through a shaft of sunlight. To his utter amazement, Hermione gently pulled him into her arms and embraced him. He didn't know what to do with his hands for a moment, hovering them over her back before finally resting his head next to hers and breathing in the scent of her hair, his arms holding her fast. They stood like that for some time, silent, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel...safe. For the first time in a long time, he was able to let his guard down. Hermione trusted him enough to be alone with him in her room, in Gryffindor Tower. She not only trusted him but she wanted to be with him, and this thought filled him with an exhilarating feeling of hope.

She moved closer to him, held him more tightly, and sighed into his chest.

"Hermione?" he whispered into her hair.

"Mmm?"

"What are we doing?"

She didn't answer right away. He felt her hands slide down his back and move around between their bodies, lingering at his belt. "Finding your wand," she said, looking down where her fingers now played with his belt buckle.

Does she want to--? No, she can't, thought Draco.

"What are you doing?" he asked, nervously looking around. "What if someone comes?"

"I'm hoping at least one of us will," she said, looking up at him without mirth.

She was serious about this! "Hermione...we can't...I..."

His ineloquence was silenced as she stood on tiptoes and kissed his neck. All rational thought left him as the blood rushed from his head down to his loins. Hermione's tongue played over his skin, sending delicious shivers all the way down to his toes. He didn't care why she was doing it, all that mattered was that she was here with him, and she wanted to do it. He didn't have to ask her, coerce her, force her. For whatever reason she had, Hermione Granger wanted to be with him intimately and Draco Malfoy was not about to analyse the situation.

He moved his hands over her body, boldly touching her everywhere he'd dreamed of touching, caressing her, exploring. Hermione worked his trousers open and urgently pushed them down. Draco caught her and pulled her into a deep kiss, more fiery than the ones they'd shared in the alcove. His cock throbbed hotly as he pushed against her. Hermione broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes as her hand slid down to his hardness. Draco closed his eyes as her cool fingers closed around him. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, stroking gently, feeling every contour. Her fingers paused at the head of his cock and her thumb swept over the head, coating the tip with his precum. Draco groaned and thrust into her hand as he pushed her hair to the side and lowered his mouth to her neck.

Hermione breathlessly whispered in his ear, "I found your wand."

He pulled back and held her face between his hands, then kissed her mouth gently. "Hermione," he whispered, studying her face. And then, the question he couldn't let go of-- "Why?"

"I feel something from you...something about you," she said, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Something good." She kissed every area of skin as it was exposed, then peeled off his shirt completely and let it fall to the floor. Her tongue played over his chest and nipples, causing him to gasp and groan.

Bed, Draco thought...where's the bed? He peered around the room and moved Hermione to the nearest bed. The back of her knees touched the mattress and she sat on its edge, pulling Draco down on top of her. Laying back, he was now draped over her fully clothed body, completely naked save for his socks thanks to her handiwork. He set about pulling up her jumper and she leaned up from the bed to allow him to pull it up over her head. Next, the buttons on her blouse...finally, her bra. He let her unclasp it since he didn't trust his fingers to work properly at this point and hovered over her as she pulled it off. Tossing the slip of fabric over the side of the bed, Hermione raised her arms to cover herself.

"Don't," he said. "I want to see you."

Tentatively Hermione lowered her arms and allowed Draco to take in the sight of her soft rounded breasts, tipped in rose, her nipples hardened and awaiting his touch.

Draco lowered his mouth to her and flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple, causing her to shiver beneath him and cry out. "Like that, do you?" he asked, moving to the other nipple and taking it between his teeth gently.

"Ah!" Hermione lurched up toward him and he pulled away, frightened that he'd hurt her.

"Sorry," he said.

"No, it felt good," she said breathlessly. She pulled him back to her breast and urged him to repeat the action.

Draco complied, suckling her as she writhed under him, creating the most intoxicating waves of pleasure that seemed to shoot straight to his cock. He thrust against her, now well aware that she had far too many articles of clothing on. That wouldn't do.

He quickly divested her of her skirt before she could utter protest (if she were to protest at all), then covered her mouth with his once more. They were almost completely naked on her bed - on someone's bed. Only her knickers remained the sole barrier between their bodies. He kissed her hungrily and drowned in the scent of her skin, her hair, the taste of her. He wanted to taste more. Without asking permission, Draco slid down Hermione's body until his face was level with her knickers. He kissed her there, gently pressing his lips to the thin fabric. She was so warm and the scent of her sex only served to whet his sexual appetite.

He carefully pulled her now damp knickers to her knees and kept his eyes on the mound of neatly trimmed curls between her legs as she wriggled out of the now cumbersome undergarment and let it fall to the floor, forgotten. Draco kissed her there again, this time feeling the soft hair tickle his lips and face. Hermione gasped and tried to sit up, to stop him, but he held her back with one hand while the other parted her, spread her open. This brought a new moan from her lips and she moved her hips a bit, trying to find a way to cover herself, to protect herself from this onslaught.

With a low growl, Draco kissed Hermione's pussy, darting his tongue between the soft pink folds of flesh. He only half heard his name on her lips as she arched her back and thrust up against his mouth. He held her down and moved to her entrance, then slid his tongue up inside her, feasting on her juices. She was slick, ready. She was all over his lips, his chin. He reveled in her warmth.

Hermione reached down and slid her fingers over her clitoris, rubbing in small circles and moaning in between gasps for breath. Draco watched her fingers dance over her own body, bringing herself pleasure. The sight made his cock rigid and he felt almost in agony. He had to be inside her soon...he couldn't stand being without her any longer.

An agonizing thought raced into his mind: she deserved better than him - the poor excuse for a pureblood that he was. The defiled and permanently stained, scarred. Could she forgive him for touching her, spreading his disease of perversion once she knew what had really happened to him? He assured himself that he too was now a Mudblood, so their joining would not be a destruction of something beautiful because they were both soiled before they began the journey.

His finger replaced his tongue at her vestibule and he pushed into her slightly. His finger met only slight resistance as he slid it all the way up inside her. She was tight, the walls of her pussy warm and inviting. He wondered absently if she was a virgin and if he could somehow tell just by feeling her. He didn't know what the difference would be as he'd never put his fingers inside a girl before.

"Draco," she moaned, bucking against his finger. "Please..."

He added another finger to the one already buried in her and she shrieked at the intrusion.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Just a little," she said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." It felt silly to be apologizing. "Do you want me to take them out?" he asked, referring to the two fingers now snug within her.

Hermione repositioned herself on the bed and pulled her knees up just a bit. "I want to feel you," she said in a whisper, reaching down to his cock.

Draco wanted to spend more time lapping at her juices, fucking her with his long, graceful fingers, but her pleas for him to enter her became too much. With a fluid movement, he covered Hermione with his body, raised her hips a bit, and positioned himself between her legs. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, he pushed his tongue between her lips and into her mouth just as he thrust hard into her, sheathing his cock completely inside her body. Hermione let out a half scream, half moan against his mouth as he pulled out and pushed in again, hard. This part was anything but gentle and her cries only spurred Draco on. There was no moment's hesitation, no grace period for her to recover from losing her virginity to him, no settling in and allowing her to adjust to accommodate his size. He just thrust into her hard, again and again, holding her tightly then shifting to spread her legs wider.

He looked down to see where their bodies met and watched his cock disappear inside her. He held himself there, as deep as he could go, and felt her surround him. She felt right.

A fine sheen of sweat had formed on his body and when he bent to kiss her nipple again he tasted salt on her skin.

"Draco...Draco!" she cried, and his name never sounded so beautiful as it did coming from her lips. He thrust again, the pace fast now. He watched her rock against his movements, then felt her push up to meet him. Alternating between holding himself up on his hands and pressing his chest to hers, Draco kept steadily pumping his cock in and out of Hermione's yielding body. She locked her gaze with his and something seemed to pass between them, something neither could identify. The look of pure ecstasy on her face made Draco so turned on that he knew he didn't need to worry about only being aroused by thoughts of his father. His father had nothing at all to do with THIS. This was different - wholly and completely. He almost couldn't believe it -- he was fucking Hermione Granger. He was really buried deep inside her, and he was going to come.

"Hermione, stop," he panted, pulling out of her almost all the way. He fought down the urge to come and grunted with the effort. Hermione stopped moving, immediately concerned.

"What is it?" she asked, alarmed.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he said, reaching up and pushing the blond fringe out of his eyes. It was soaked with sweat.

"I want you to," she replied, touching his face as she had the night before.

"No, not yet," he protested.

"It's more difficult for me - I have to be in a certain position..." Was she blushing? Here he was, having just been fucking her for the past who knows how many minutes with her crying his name and now she was embarrassed?

"Then get in that position," he said logically.

"It'll be difficult, Draco." She paused. "You should just finish. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Hermione, don't say that."

"You feel so good...I love having you all the way inside me, stretching me open...deep..."

"Fuck," he growled, pinning her down and fucking her hard and fast, throwing all caution to the wind. If she wanted him to come inside her, he was more than happy to oblige. The tingling in his balls had begun and he knew he was nearing the edge. He pulled up onto his knees, grabbed her ankles and held her legs, and thrust into her savagely. Each scream that came from her mouth sent him to new heights. She grew progressively louder but he didn't care. There was no locking or silencing or -shite-- protection charm, but he found that he didn't care about that, either.

Hermione's eyes opened wide as Draco's cock seemed to swell just a bit more inside her and his breathing reached a pitch. He grunted with each entry, his voice rising into an animalistic growl as he felt the first intense pulse of come leave his body to fill her pussy. She clutched him so tightly her nails dug into his skin, but the endorphins in his body were flooding his nerves and he couldn't feel any pain at all. All he felt were the waves of pleasure as he released his seed into her. He struggled for breath and his gasps sounded almost like a laugh as he lay his head down between her breasts. Her hands were in his hair now, caressing him lovingly.

"Draco," she sighed, kissing his hair.

"I'm sorry," he said again, not sure why.

"For what?"

"Everything."

"Me too," she murmured against his cheek.

"What did you do?"

"I took your robe...and your wand. I lied to you."

Draco looked up at her. "You did? Where are they? Why did you lie?"

"I took them because I wanted them and I lied because you knew it."

"What did you want them for?"

Hermione reached around under the pillow and pulled out the black garment. It was her bed, after all. Draco was thankful for that - at least he wouldn't be hearing the screams of an unsuspecting Gryffindor finding the remnants of their lovemaking in the student's bed.

She showed him the robe and he could only smile. "You are daft, Granger," he said.

"I suppose I am. Why anyone would want your robe in their bed, I'll never understand - even if I'm the guilty party."

"Why you would want ME in your bed I'll never understand," he replied, kissing her lips gently.

"You will."

"I can't wait for you to explain," he said, kissing her neck. She was still unfulfilled and he was working on finding out exactly how to bring her to completion.

"It's complicated."

"Things are always complicated when it comes to you, Hermione."

"I can't deny it," she said, watching him move down her body and take her nipple between his teeth again.

Draco changed the subject abruptly. "You mentioned a certain position - what did you mean?"

"I can't - you know - without well, touching myself. And I need to be in a certain position for it..."

"Hermione Granger touches herself? Naughty!" he said with an evil smirk. He brought his fingers to her clit and circled the flesh as she'd done earlier. "Like this?"

Hermione took his fingers and moved them, showing him exactly how she liked to be touched. Draco tried to memorize each movement, the amount of pressure, how she avoided the actual nub and instead pressed his fingers just to the side of it. Every now and then she'd move his finger over it so that he touched it directly and it was at these moments her face looked the most intense. He picked up the rhythm and soon her hand fell away, allowing him to guide her to release. "I've never done this on my back before," she whispered.

"Never done what? Sex?"

She laughed. "Well - this was my first time for that, yes. Couldn't you tell? Was I that bad?"

"It's not you," he said, searching for a way to tell her it was also his first time. But it wasn't - not really. He'd already had sex, just not the kind of sex he'd had tonight. "I just didn't...I mean I haven't..."

"Oh," she said, and left it at that.

"You weren't bad at all, Hermione," he assured her. "You were too good in fact. And now I must return the favor." He stared into her eyes. "I WANT to return the favor. So if this isn't working please just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"It's working," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. "Just don't stop."

He kept his fingers on her, felt her push against his touch. Hermione grew very quiet and Draco listened to her shallow breathing. Her eyes fluttered closed and she looked deep in concentration. He didn't know how much time went by but he dared not stop or change the pace. Suddenly he noted a change in her breathing; her breaths came more frequently now and her mouth was open slightly. She arched her back a bit and licked her lips.

"Don't stop," she whispered urgently. "Don't...stop..."

"Never," he replied. "I want to see you come, Hermione."

His words seemed to be just what she needed and her breaths came even more quickly than before. Soft moans escaped her lips as she drew nearer and nearer. Draco kissed her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, keeping the movement of his fingers down below steady. He moved up to her ear and suckled her earlobe. "Come for me," he said into her ear. This sent her over the edge and a cry rose in her throat as she was overtaken with pleasure. She gasped and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly and grinding against his fingers.

Draco watched her, mesmerized. He'd never seen a girl come before - and she'd come because of him, because of something he did. He suddenly felt powerful and very masculine. Did his father feel this way after making him come? But that wasn't love...

So...is this love? The thought came from nowhere and he didn't have the strength or will to fight it. Perhaps, he answered himself. Perhaps it is.