Dance Floor Jealousy

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Hermione's P.O.V. again


Well, dinner was spectacular, if you choose to ignore the fact that his confessions made me cry, and want to hug and cuddle and snog him right in the middle of the third course. Thankfully, at some point it seemed he had said enough, and we chatted amiably after that.

I'd never thought he and I would get along this great. I mean, dinner was much better than the prior dinner dates I had! And, to be honest, I couldn't just NOT take him home after all this heart-to-heart talk and all his confessions...

Now my flat has just materialised around us, the uncomfortable pressure of Apparition is gone, but I'm still holding on to his waist, my face buried in his chest. His scent is making me dizzy, I feel a warmth to my stomach I've last felt after that spectacular dream the other night...

That dream... I shudder, and I feel him move his arms, encircle my shoulders, keeping me safe. I want to stay like this forever!

„Hermione“, his voice is low, soft, seductive?
I simply hum against his chest, unwilling to leave my sanctuary.

„Honey“, he persists, „as much as I enjoy having you in my arms, didn't you say something about coffee?“

Grumpily, I open my eyes, nod and pull away, missing his warmth already.

„Sure“, I try to compose myself, „why don't you... make yourself... ah... comfortable and I'll fix something up for us?“

With a vague gesture toward my living room, I leave for the kitchen and busy myself with the coffee machine.

I hear Draco moving next door, exploring my flat. Thankfully, after a fit of cleaning hysteria earlier in the day, it's absolutely spotless. What's he doing now? Is he inspecting my bookshelf? Going through my collection of old music records? Staring, mesmerized, at the TV?

There's the sound of a curtain being drawn, and I nearly drop the tray I'm holding upon the realisation that he's just moved into the corner where I sleep. My flat is rather small, it only has this combined living-/bedroom in which I've separated the bed from the living room with a crimson curtain...

Of course, there's nothing fancy there – not like I picture him living, anyway. I only own a cheap IKEA bed decorated with many stuffed animals (lions, mostly), while the wall behind it is plastered with Muggle posters. Musicians. Movies. And – probably the most intriguing for him – the muscled torso of a pale, faceless man, drenched in water, little drops clinging to his skin...

I'm so immersed in my mental tour of my bedroom and my fantasies of a pale guy with a very familiar face, that I jump about a mile when a hand softly touches my back.

„Sorry, love, I didn't mean to scare you. Just wondering if I could help?“

Looking up into quicksilver eyes, I find he really has made himself comfortable. He's taken off his silver tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons oh his shirt, the pale skin showing and almost shining underneath the dark green silk. His sleeves are rolled up, giving me a perfect view of his well-defined forearms which he now stretches out toward the tray laden with coffee, cups, spoons, milk and sugar.

OK, time to swallow, Hermione. You'll be drooling like a bulldog if you don't!

I oblige my mind's admonitions, move to the side soundlessly, unable to utter a word. My knees go weak and I lean against the kitchen counter for support. He notices, but doesn't reveal that until he's already halfway out of the room.

„I can think of more interesting uses what this counter is concerned...“

My cheeks are burning. Is it HOT in here???
I feel like ripping off my tank top, but I know that's not an option. Clenching my legs together and taking several deep breaths, I collect myself enough to finally follow him into the living room.

And gasp.

It is completely, absolutely, utterly unrecognisable!!!

There are candles on every surface, giving the room a warm, yellowish glow. Draco has put on a record, soft music is playing in the background. The table in front of the loveseat is set with silver orchids, the coffee I made, and some chocolate candy.
The loveseat itself – for the first time I can remember, it actually looks like a loveseat. I nearly whimper at the sight.

Draco is lounging on it with an easy grace, smiling up at me, his arm draped across the back, accentuating the dark red corduroy. He doesn't even need to gesture.
I start moving towards him like a moth towards a flame.

„Draco... what...“, my voice seems to have left me, but the ache in my tummy sure hasn't.

I sit next to him, as close as possible without being too obvious, and force my focus back on the coffee. But when I reach for the cup and take a sip, my hand is shaking badly.

„I can go, if you want“, he offers, clearly mistaking my nervousness for discomfort. I almost spill my coffee in my urgency to decline.

„No, please!“, I choke out, incredibly blunt and ungraceful – in short, the very opposite of what I was trying to be.

„I... I'm sorry. I've been a bad host. I am a bad host. It's just...“

He's not helping. He's absolutely not helping!!!
His hand is on my lower back again, tracing patterns there gently, and I shudder involuntarily.

„Draco“, I manage, in a brave attempt to collect my thoughts and express my feelings, „you know, since you said this morning that you and I both were looking for more I've... as stupid as that sounds... felt something like... like a connection between us. I've really enjoyed your company, Draco. And I'm wondering what else...“, I pause, hesitating, suddenly shy - „what else Draco Malfoy has been hiding. For he's sure been hiding himself for far too long...“

When I break off, my cheeks are burning brightly. His hand has stopped moving. Frightened, embarrassed, I look into his eyes to find them a dark, stormy grey. He seems to be trembling.

Then, without warning, he crashes his lips against mine so forcefully that my eyes widen in shocked surprise before fluttering shut...


Kissing him is... bliss.

Absolute, pure, unadulterated bliss.

All thoughts disappear, I'm left with nothing but the awareness of my body flush against his, his hand at the back of my neck, the soft texture of his hair underneath my fingers, the sweetness of his taste, the wonderful feeling of his tongue moving against mine...


After what seems to be hours, we draw back grudgingly, gasping for breath, fighting for control. He looks at me greedily, still running his hands all over my arms and back.

We're both breathing heavily, and a look of understanding passes between us: there's no way back now, no way out, and neither of us would want that anyway. We've denied ourselves to each other for far too long, this is a natural step, an indication for our growing maturity: we are old enough, we're distancing ourselves from the past, we're admitting that we are unable to fight our raw needs for both physical and emotional proximity...

I don't even need to say anything.

When I get up and Draco's hands slip off of me, Draco looks up at me expectantly and immediately takes my hand when I stretch it towards him. I pull him to his feet and lead him past the curtains towards my bed, trembling in anticipation.

Draco seems to sense that I'm no longer in control of the situation. He takes me into his arms, gently lowers me onto the covers and kisses me again – however, this time he's exceedingly gentle, not as forceful as during our first kiss...

Again, my mind goes blank. I allow my hands to gently roam over his back and underneath the seam of his button-down shirt, barely aware of the way his body's covering mine and fits against mine so perfectly. He gently strokes my sides and tummy – and I swear I'm floating ten feet above the ground!

My sighs and breathy moans are swallowed by his kisses, I'm clawing at his back and shoulders and arching up against him frantically. He is driving me mad with desire, I feel like I'm nothing but a puddle of goo!!!

He kisses from my lips along my jawline down to my neck, where he suckles gently until he reaches my ear and starts nibbling on the lobe. This time, I can't stifle a moan. My body is hopelessly on fire, there's a pool of hot wetness between my legs and an unfulfillable need in my tummy.

Draco moves his hands up my stomach, crawling up the skin underneath my shirt with tender fingers, and kisses his way back to my neck, finding a spot near my pulse point that makes me shudder. He sucks hard, drawing blood, and at the same time his fingers skim the underside of my breasts. I cry out, I can't help myself.

„Aah... Draco!!!“

I'm squirming underneath him, my shaking hands come up to his chest and start fumbling with the buttons, I lift my head and start suckling on his neck as well. He rewards me with a low moan, then pulls back to discard his shirt and take off my tank top as well. My skin breaks out in goosebumps.

I look up at him hungrily, my eyes glazed with desire. Several faint white scars mar his perfectly shaped torso – left by the Sectumsempra curse Harry used on him in sixth year. I bend my head and trace the lines with my tongue, stopping at his nipples to gently nibble at them until they pebble, and he groans.

His hands in my hair carefully pull on my head and he crashes his mouth against mine again, devouring my lips hungrily, his hands searching for my breasts and caressing them softly. The need to breathe becomes overwhelming; I pull back and moan loudly, arching into his hands and lifting my hips to find some relief for the need thta's bubbling inside me.

He lowers his head to my neck and starts sucking on my pulse point again while his hands travel to the bra clasp on my back. I'm too far gone to care: I only wish he would hurry up!!! When he lifts the garment off me and looks at me admiringly, I shudder and run my hands down his back to his firm bottom, pushing him firmly into me, between my spread legs. He groans.

So do I. There's no mistaking the evidence for his arousal now that our lower bodies are in such close contact. He bends his head, runs his tongue along my neck, over my collarbone and down to my nipple, carefully laving at it before taking it into his mouth and sucking. I gasp, squirming only harder against him, rubbing my pelvis against his repeatedly. My fingers thread in his soft, light blond hair.

His hands travel down my sides down to my knees, then up my thighs and under my skirt. I shiver in anticipation. If my knickers weren't drenched already, his touch surely would have seen to that...

„Oh, Draco!“, I moan again. „More, please, I need you so badly!!!“

He looks up at me questioningly, his mouth still on my nipple that is now so hard it's aching, and teasingly runs his tongue over the pebbled flesh again. Alright, that's it, I officially can't take it any longer.

Divesto!, I say in my head, and a split second later, we're both naked as the day we were born. It actually feels rather good to be rid of the wet knickers!

His eyes have widened in surprise, but soon a mischievous glint settles in. He moves his head to my other breast and starts giving it the same treatment as the other while his fingers tenderly explore the inside of my thighs, moving ever so closer to my burning center.

Then his fingers part my glistening folds and inch their way into my slick passage slowly, and my mind goes completely blank. I throw my head back and moan loudly, no longer restraining anything, simply enjoying his ministrations.

Unconsciously, I start pushing his white-blond head downward from my breasts. He grins around my nipple, I can feel it, gives it one more gentle bite and starts kissing down my stomach. I'm so aroused I'm trembling. His fingers are moving steadily in and out, but completely disregarding the one spot I need to be touched the most...

He plants a gentle kiss to each of my thighs before lifting his head, looking at me – lost in the throes of passion, with my head thrown back and my curls even wilder than usual – and diving right in, going straight for the little bundle of nerves that's throbbing with my need for release and giving it one, two, three firm licks before closing his mouth around it and stimulating it with lips, tongue and teeth all together.

Without warning, without a second to spare, I fall apart in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. I scream out a mixture between his name and incoherent nonsense, my hips lift off the bed, I'm shuddering and convulsing underneath him. He's withdrawn his fingers and is now frantically lapping up my juices.

When I can't take it anymore, I let out a whimper and gently pull him up by his hair, only to crash my lips against his as soon as I can. I can taste myself on his tongue and it's driving me crazy. Running my hands down his chiseled chest, I playfully dip a finger into his belly button before firmly gripping his rock hard, leaking member.

He shouts out at that – I've never heard a guy shout when I touched his cock! - and starts moaning right afterwards. For a second, I'm afraid I might have hurt him, but then I can make out his words and they are none of pain.

„Oh fuck, God, Hermione... that's... ah... yes, more... oh God... nngh...“

Deciding, that now is not the time for a hand job, I wrap my legs around his waist bringing my moist center into direct contact with his weeping head. He inhales sharply, trembling.

„Trust me“, I whisper, softly pushing him forward with my heels against his bottom, guiding his length inside me carefully. Before I know it, he's in to the hilt and I can only moan: I'm feeling so full, so bloody great! My insides start quivering around his cock again.

He must have felt it, too, for he groans and withdraws slowly, only to push in with a little more force. We groan simultaneously, his sounds are only turning me on more. I can't believe I'm actually sleeping with Draco Malfoy – and yet, this is my dream coming true...
Then he hits some special spot inside me, and with a cry all thoughts are gone.

For the next minutes, the sound of flesh against flesh, of groans and moans is the only thing inside my flat. I lift my hips, meeting his every thrust, reveling in the feeling he's creating inside me. When he hits that sweet spot again, I'm all gone and I shatter, again, with a loud cry, hearing his groan merely seconds afterwards and feeling his cock pulsating inside me, releasing his load deep inside my body.

For the longest time, we are unable to move. He stays inside me, sweat dripping from his brow, until his cock starts to wilt and eventually slips out. With a sated sigh, he drops down on his back at my side, kisses my cheek and pulls me into his strong arms. We're both still trembling from the incredible shag we've just had. Resting my head on his chest, I close my eyes – only for a moment.

When I wake up, I'm snuggled up against Draco's strong chest, sighing contentedly as his hand runs through my hair. His arms encircle me, keeping me safe and warm. I feel cherished, loved, needed. He presses a gentle kiss on top of my head and holds me tightly.

„Thank you“, he whispers. My brow furrows in wonder.

„What do you mean?“, I ask sleepily, also in a low voice, not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment but also unable to leave his words uncommented. He moves his head so that he can look at me. His quicksilver eyes are very light.

„I mean I don't know what else I could say to express just how much it means to me that I'm here now, with you. That you believe me. That you trust me. It's all I've ever dreamed of and all I've ever wanted. Waking up with you in my arms just now was... perfection. I don't ever want to let you go, 'Mione.“



A/N: Ha haaaa – yet another cliffy!
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