The Scorpions Kiss
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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7,649
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 9
I do not own Harry Potter or the rights :P Sexual Content WARNING
Chapter 9- Pleasure and Pain
Scorpius had been so wound up from his broom ride with Draco that he didn’t want to go to sleep. Hermione and Draco had tried everything they could think of to get the little tot to bed , but he just would not settle down. After debating about which tactics worked in getting a child to go to sleep Hermione finally opened the book Alladin, one of her favorite muggle stories and laid in bed with Scorpius and started to read. She loved the whole magic carpet ride in the story and it reminded her gleefully of the broom ride with Draco earlier in the night. Hermione was midway through the book, as Draco listened outside the door, his heart filling with love for the woman who treated his son as her own, when she finally heard the soft muffled sounds of sleep coming from Scorpius. She silently slipped out of his room and closed his door. When she turned Draco was ready and waiting for her as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Hermione was wearing a teal negligee with a matching robe. Draco peeled the robe off her body as they stood in the hallway outside Scorpius’s bedroom door; his mouth kissing her arms and neck softly.
“I thought he would never go to sleep!” Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his waiting lips.
“Mmm…I know I was about to make a night visit to the potions pantry and mix him up a sleeping cocktail,” Draco said with a wicked expression and Hermione looked at him oddly.
“It’s a joke Granger. Too much work. Invisible binds would probably work better anyway.”
“Okay that is just demented Malfoy.” Hermione laughed.
“No. Don’t call me Malfoy.”
“Then don’t call me Granger.” Hermione said playfully and Draco just growled and pushed her against the wall feeling her up.
“Did you mean it? What you said today or did I force you to say it because I was leaving?” Hermione had to ask, she thought she knew the answer but this night meant to much to her to leave to chance. She was going to give him her virginity tonight and she wanted to hear those words again.
Draco led her by the hand to the bedroom where he pulled her down on top of him in his bed, his hands roaming her body in a pleasing manner.
“Hermione I’ve never told a girl I loved her until today. I’ve never loved anyone like this before. I love you Hermione Granger.” Draco rolled over on top of her and spread her legs with his knees and pushed himself down on her hard. He was grinding her soft wet pussy through her negligee with his fully erect cock as he moved on top of her, simulating what he wanted so badly to do to her. He thought to himself how he knew in a few minutes she would push him off of her nervously and he would be taking another cold shower but for now he wanted to bask in the feeling of being close to her. He inhaled her sweet scent and continued fucking her over her clothes, lost in wanting to make love to the woman he had just confessed his love for.
“Draco, oh baby, oh, make love to me, I love you so much…” When he heard this he stopped and looked up at Hermione who was looking into his silvery eyes with such love and such wanting desire that he teared up for the first time in his life. This lady who lay beneath him was the person he had waited for his whole life. She was so captivatingly beautiful tonight, her hair cascading down her shoulders and her chestnut eyes that fell upon him with such love that he wanted to remain in her eyes forever. He slid his boxers off and then took Hermione by the hands and lifted her up, pulling her negligee over her head. Her breasts were so perfect he thought to himself as he took one after the other in his mouth, stopping to suck on her breast, over her heart. Draco looked up, pleased with himself that he had left a mark on her, his mark. He threw her arms up over her head and placed his arms down on top of hers, holding her hands in his; their fingers clasped together as he positioned his knees against her buttocks and slowly penetrated her wetness.
“Tell me if it hurts, I’ll stop if it does,” Draco eased himself into her, moving his hand down now to hold her face and look into her eyes as he made sweet love to Hermione. His hips were rolling into her now slowly and gently as he stared into her eyes. Her eyes would tell him when he should speed up or slow down he thought to himself. Her head went back and a quiet moan escaped her perfect lips. He quickened the pace, pressing himself inside her deeper until he was fully engulfed in her sweet warm moistness. Draco moaned with each pump of his hard cock into the woman of his dreams. Hermione had found his rhythm quicker then he had imagined she would and she too moaned in unison with Draco as she bucked her hips against his; her legs wrapped tightly around Draco’s waist. He held his arms around her torso tightly now and thrust himself into her harder while his tongue forced itself into her mouth as they groaned deeply together. Hermione was writhing now in sheer ecstasy as he moved into her faster and deeper and then he felt her hot liquid engulf his manhood and he immediately came inside her. He thrust inside her forecfully until his orgasm had reached its close, kissing her lips hard. Hermione’s breaths were coming in short quick gasps as she came back down from the heaven she had just felt with Draco. When they had both caught their breaths Hermione spoke.
“That was so much better then I’d have imagined.” Draco smiled and raised an eyebrow at this, clearly reveling in his manhood and his ability to please a woman, his woman; the only woman who mattered at all.
“The books all said that a woman doesn’t usually, you know, climax her first time.” Draco laughed at this.
“Well, you keep reading those books and I’ll help you put all those theories to rest for good,” Draco was propped up between her legs still running circles around her nipple with his fingers as they lay alone and entranced with one another’s attention.
“Do you think we were loud?” Hermione’s questions were just one more thing Draco loved about her.
“Yes very loud,” he said as he buried his head into the nape of her neck kissing her softly and repeatedly.
“Well I didn’t want to be loud Draco, what if one of the other teachers heard us.” Draco laughed even harder at this and Hermione didn’t understand why he found this so hilarious but he assured her he was not laughing at her at all.
“Loud means good Hermione. Trust me on this, it does.”
“I promise you Hermione nobody will know. Okay doll?” and with that Harry Potter barged through Draco Malfoy’s door with Ron right behind him.
“Malfoy, something has happened and I need to speak with you right now.”
Draco just looked at Hermione and his heart sunk. His first promise to the woman he loved and already Harry Potter had made him a liar. He lowered his head onto Hermione’s neck for a second and then shot up out of bed; rage filling his entire body as he slammed the door hard in Harry and Ron’s face.
Chapter 9- Pleasure and Pain
Scorpius had been so wound up from his broom ride with Draco that he didn’t want to go to sleep. Hermione and Draco had tried everything they could think of to get the little tot to bed , but he just would not settle down. After debating about which tactics worked in getting a child to go to sleep Hermione finally opened the book Alladin, one of her favorite muggle stories and laid in bed with Scorpius and started to read. She loved the whole magic carpet ride in the story and it reminded her gleefully of the broom ride with Draco earlier in the night. Hermione was midway through the book, as Draco listened outside the door, his heart filling with love for the woman who treated his son as her own, when she finally heard the soft muffled sounds of sleep coming from Scorpius. She silently slipped out of his room and closed his door. When she turned Draco was ready and waiting for her as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. Hermione was wearing a teal negligee with a matching robe. Draco peeled the robe off her body as they stood in the hallway outside Scorpius’s bedroom door; his mouth kissing her arms and neck softly.
“I thought he would never go to sleep!” Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his waiting lips.
“Mmm…I know I was about to make a night visit to the potions pantry and mix him up a sleeping cocktail,” Draco said with a wicked expression and Hermione looked at him oddly.
“It’s a joke Granger. Too much work. Invisible binds would probably work better anyway.”
“Okay that is just demented Malfoy.” Hermione laughed.
“No. Don’t call me Malfoy.”
“Then don’t call me Granger.” Hermione said playfully and Draco just growled and pushed her against the wall feeling her up.
“Did you mean it? What you said today or did I force you to say it because I was leaving?” Hermione had to ask, she thought she knew the answer but this night meant to much to her to leave to chance. She was going to give him her virginity tonight and she wanted to hear those words again.
Draco led her by the hand to the bedroom where he pulled her down on top of him in his bed, his hands roaming her body in a pleasing manner.
“Hermione I’ve never told a girl I loved her until today. I’ve never loved anyone like this before. I love you Hermione Granger.” Draco rolled over on top of her and spread her legs with his knees and pushed himself down on her hard. He was grinding her soft wet pussy through her negligee with his fully erect cock as he moved on top of her, simulating what he wanted so badly to do to her. He thought to himself how he knew in a few minutes she would push him off of her nervously and he would be taking another cold shower but for now he wanted to bask in the feeling of being close to her. He inhaled her sweet scent and continued fucking her over her clothes, lost in wanting to make love to the woman he had just confessed his love for.
“Draco, oh baby, oh, make love to me, I love you so much…” When he heard this he stopped and looked up at Hermione who was looking into his silvery eyes with such love and such wanting desire that he teared up for the first time in his life. This lady who lay beneath him was the person he had waited for his whole life. She was so captivatingly beautiful tonight, her hair cascading down her shoulders and her chestnut eyes that fell upon him with such love that he wanted to remain in her eyes forever. He slid his boxers off and then took Hermione by the hands and lifted her up, pulling her negligee over her head. Her breasts were so perfect he thought to himself as he took one after the other in his mouth, stopping to suck on her breast, over her heart. Draco looked up, pleased with himself that he had left a mark on her, his mark. He threw her arms up over her head and placed his arms down on top of hers, holding her hands in his; their fingers clasped together as he positioned his knees against her buttocks and slowly penetrated her wetness.
“Tell me if it hurts, I’ll stop if it does,” Draco eased himself into her, moving his hand down now to hold her face and look into her eyes as he made sweet love to Hermione. His hips were rolling into her now slowly and gently as he stared into her eyes. Her eyes would tell him when he should speed up or slow down he thought to himself. Her head went back and a quiet moan escaped her perfect lips. He quickened the pace, pressing himself inside her deeper until he was fully engulfed in her sweet warm moistness. Draco moaned with each pump of his hard cock into the woman of his dreams. Hermione had found his rhythm quicker then he had imagined she would and she too moaned in unison with Draco as she bucked her hips against his; her legs wrapped tightly around Draco’s waist. He held his arms around her torso tightly now and thrust himself into her harder while his tongue forced itself into her mouth as they groaned deeply together. Hermione was writhing now in sheer ecstasy as he moved into her faster and deeper and then he felt her hot liquid engulf his manhood and he immediately came inside her. He thrust inside her forecfully until his orgasm had reached its close, kissing her lips hard. Hermione’s breaths were coming in short quick gasps as she came back down from the heaven she had just felt with Draco. When they had both caught their breaths Hermione spoke.
“That was so much better then I’d have imagined.” Draco smiled and raised an eyebrow at this, clearly reveling in his manhood and his ability to please a woman, his woman; the only woman who mattered at all.
“The books all said that a woman doesn’t usually, you know, climax her first time.” Draco laughed at this.
“Well, you keep reading those books and I’ll help you put all those theories to rest for good,” Draco was propped up between her legs still running circles around her nipple with his fingers as they lay alone and entranced with one another’s attention.
“Do you think we were loud?” Hermione’s questions were just one more thing Draco loved about her.
“Yes very loud,” he said as he buried his head into the nape of her neck kissing her softly and repeatedly.
“Well I didn’t want to be loud Draco, what if one of the other teachers heard us.” Draco laughed even harder at this and Hermione didn’t understand why he found this so hilarious but he assured her he was not laughing at her at all.
“Loud means good Hermione. Trust me on this, it does.”
“I promise you Hermione nobody will know. Okay doll?” and with that Harry Potter barged through Draco Malfoy’s door with Ron right behind him.
“Malfoy, something has happened and I need to speak with you right now.”
Draco just looked at Hermione and his heart sunk. His first promise to the woman he loved and already Harry Potter had made him a liar. He lowered his head onto Hermione’s neck for a second and then shot up out of bed; rage filling his entire body as he slammed the door hard in Harry and Ron’s face.