Tonight's The Night
Waking Up
Chapter Nine
WAKING UP
For the very first time in her life, Hermione awoke to find herself wrapped in the arms of a man.
A man that just happened to be...
DRACO MALFOY???!!!!!
A rally of emotions hit her:
Shock.
Disbelief.
Dismay.
Horror.
No! No, this wasn't possible.
She hadn't...
She wouldn't...
She'd never...
...but she had.
How the hell had she allowed this to happen?
Burning with embarrassment and self-disgust, wantiust ust to apparate somewhere else, anywhere else, she lifted her head, expecting to see him smirking at her: Granger the mudblood - an easy lay.
She was totally unprepared for the rapid back-peddling of emotions as her eyes rested on a face of peace that only the blissful oblivion of sleep could bring.
She felt strange sensations begin to swirl inside her as she studied his white hair, for once in disarray; stray strands falling across his lean face. She noticed again how long his blonde eyelashes were, and the shadow they cast on the top of his cheeks as they fluttered ever so slightly in sleep. The narrow, sharp nose which made gentle noises as he breathed, and his lips - she was sure they had never been that colour; and then realised they were stained with her own lipstick, by her own kisses.
It was this last observation that sent a curious warmth radiating through her body - a frisson of excitement that reminded her of the glorious sensations she had experienced a few hours earlier.
Hermione allowed herself to snuggle back down under the cosy sheets, to glow as his arm shifted to hold her again. She would face the implications of what had happened in the morning. Right now she decided she would savour this private moment and, smiling, drifted back to sleep.
Before she opened her eyes again, she became aware of a deliciously sharp taste on her mouth. Sleepily, she moved her lips to bring the taste inside. It was wine and yet...it wasn't. A fresh supply and this time she felt the finger that stroked the taste across her lips.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Draco was leaning up on his e, hi, his left hand holding a glass of champagne steady on the mattress as he dipped the index finger of his right into the sparkling liquid and then brought it to her lips again.
She parted her lips, allowing him to dip his finger inside her mouth, bringing her taste buds alive with the sting of alcohol. She closed her mouth gently on his finger as he withdrew it, and glanced up at him, blushing.
"Hi, whi whied. "Hi," she breathed. "I can't bare being the only one awake," he said quietly. "So I thought I'd wake you with champagne and..." He leaned over and brought across a large white bowl. "...strawberries. Now the trick is, to dip the strawberries in the champagne...and then..." He held a dripping strawberry to her mouth and she bit into it, her taste buds going into a frenzy at the combination of flavours. She watched as he ate what remained of the strawberry. "I wasn't expecting..." She started. "Champagne and strawberries? Well, I had to do something. I had this awful feeling that when you opened your eyes and saw me in bed next to you, you'd scream." She spluttered with laughter. "I woke up earlier and very nearly did," she confessed. "But I decided to postpone it until the morning." "Well there's still a few hours to go," he said. "What should we do until then..?" "We could drink the strawberries and..." "We could what?" He laughed. "We could drink the strawberries..?" "Shush..." she laughed. "You know what I meant..." "You've only had three drips of champagne, Granger and all ready you're incoherent..." "Stop it..." He kissed her. Now his taste mixed with the champagne and fruit and her body came alive with excitement. "Drink." He handed her the glass of champagne and when she had taken three mouthfuls he took the glass away and placed it on the bedside table. "Now, there is an even better way to eat strawberries," he said, selecting the largest in the bowl and, holding it by its green stem, put it to her mouth. She was aware of him gazing intently at her lips as she opened her mouth and took the tip of the strawberry inside. Closing her mouth around the fruit, she bit slowly, deliberately and saw his eyes shining with arousal. She felt the tops of her thighs dampen as she took the sweet red fruit into her mouth. He bent to kiss her slowly and softly and she felt her body respond with an ache so strong, so powerful... She felt something cold on her cheek. It ran across to the side of her face and down along the pulse in her neck. When he began following the trail with his tongue, she realised he was drawing the bitten strawberry over her skin and licking the juice. Down her neck it travelled, to her throat down to her breast, to her nipple. She caught her breath as his mouth followed. "Hey," she gasped. "Uh huh?" "Can I have one of those strawberries..?"