Just a Daydream

Hermione thought she would get the notebook back with Draco’s story added to it but she didn’t. The next day she received an owl saying to meet him in the room of requirement.



She didn’t know what to expect, but she went thinking maybe he had another of her stories acted out but when she entered she saw it was a dorm room. From the looks of a it a Slytherin dorm room. Over at a table in the corner she recognized her notebook and saw that a quill was twitching about self writing.



She started to walk over but a voice called to her. “Leave it.” She turned as saw Malfoy emerge behind her. “Come here.” He said holding out a hand.





Hermione left from the room several hours later. She was thoroughly satisfied and smiled as she went back to Gryffindor tower. There was a bit of confusion however that distracted her. The notebook continued to write, the whole time, even as she was leaving. Draco stayed to gather some things he had brought with him and it was a good idea to leave at separate times anyway. What had the book been filled with and why had he kept it? The quill had never stopped it’s writing, staying poised above the book the entire time.



She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. With the morning mail, an owl dropped a parcel in her hands. On the first feel she knew what it was. She glanced up at Malfoy and saw his face a mask of seriousness. He was focused on her intensely. There was a note on the parcel, and he continued to watch as she broke the seal and read it.



‘Read alone.” Was all it said.



She tucked the parcel in her bag and took it out the first chance she found, which was in the library in between classes. Settling at a table she focused on the page.









She was going to arrive soon, his lovely lady, and she was coming for him. Draco checked his hair in the mirror. It was slightly damp but drying fast. His dressed in just his trousers and a dress shirt, but nothing else. No shorts, no undershirt, no shoes or socks. He wanted to be out of his clothes as fast as possible, he was going to show her what he had to offer.



He heard the door being summoned and he moved to stand behind a wardrobe. He watched as she entered, looking more beautiful then he thought she would.



She was in a plain skirt and her uniform shirt, without the tie. He could make out the camisole she had under it. He was lovely indeed and for tonight she was his to explore.



She looked around, noticing his choice. This was his room, one of the privileges of being the spoiled only child of Lucius Malfoy. He had a private room and now she was in it. It was a creation from the room, but he had wanted his own dorm and it was delivered.



He moved closer, silent since he didn’t have any shoes. She looked around and saw the book. The tilt of her head showed her thoughtfulness. She took a step. “Leave it.” He said, taking a step from his hiding place. He held out hands. “Come here.”



She held out a hand and forgot all about the notebook. He closed his fingers around her and led her over to his bed, already turned down and ready for his little beauty. He wanted her badly, and the images she dreamt up and recorded affected him as he read them, and his body had responded to her words and her fantasies. He hardened thinking about her wanting him in the ways she had indicated. Tonight he would show her that she was indeed wanted.



He reached up and ran his hands though her hair. He loved her hair, just as vibrant and uncontrollable as she was. She may be the one to do what’s right but she was also the one to break rules when she needed to and that’s what he liked. She wasn’t the one to be told what to do, she was free.



She looked up and him waiting. She was so lovely, and he focused on her lips. She didn’t need gloss at all. Her lips were just as inviting without it. He wanted to taste those rosy lips and when he saw them part just a little he took it as an invitation.



Dropping his head to hers, he kissed her, gently and tenderly like she deserved. He felt her hands on his waist and he felt himself harden. She had such a light touch and such sweet tasting lips, he knew it was going to be hard to hold himself back. The last thing he wanted was to rush through this.



When she parted her lips more he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and felt his whole body heat up. Her arms came around his waist to his back and up his spine. Her hands felt wonderful and he wanted to feel them on his bare skin. He wanted to feel anything on his bare skin.



Pulling away was torture but there were something he had to do. Some things he needed to do. He helped her sit on the bed and knelt to remove her shoes. Taking a moment to admire the dainty toes with their red polish.



Reached up from his knees he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to the floor, letting her step out of it. She was of the same mindset as he was and had conveniently forgotten the knickers. He was face to face with the best looking sight a man could ask for.



She was neatly trimmed he could tell and he leaned in, reaching up to hold her ass, touching his nose to the dark brown curls and taking a deep breath in. She was clean, freshly showered like him, but he smelt something else as well. Heat, from her lips. It was calling to him and she was going to let him have it.



He looked up at her face framed in her hair as she watched him. He rose to his feet and one by one opened the buttons. She was so calm and so willing to let him do what he wanted. He eased the shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. Before he could reach for that minuscule cami she was wearing she had lifted her own hands.



Opening his shirt she ran her hands over his chest. he inhaled deeply as her soft hands felt his skin. His nipple had peaked as she ran her fingertips over the sensitive nubs. He was no virgin but the he had he had been with didn’t focus this kind of attention on him. He loved it and just when he thought it wouldn’t get better, she leaned in and placed those delicious lips of hers on his breastbone.



He let his head fall back and his chest rose and fell under her kisses. When her tongue flicked over his nipple he sucked in a breathe. He wasn’t expecting that and he certainly wasn’t expecting what he felt next, she gave him a suckle.



His hands came up to her back and held her close. He would have normally thought this would have been uncomfortable, but her attentions to him made him feel enjoyed. She was enjoying him and he liked that. But if he was going to keep control them he had to stop it for the moment.



He pulled her from his body again and kissed her thoroughly. She was responsive in a way that heated the whole room. She was tasting him deeply just like he was. Her tongue was doing the most amazing things to him and his body was aching for hers.



While they kissed she was working his trousers open, and he let them fall down his legs. Without taking his lips from hers, he kicked his trousers away and pulled her lacy cami up and over her head.



Her breasts were the most tempting sight he had ever seen. Nicely rounded with pale pink nipples and what looked like a wonderful softness to hold in his hands. He reached up and felt the weight in his palm. He had never felt such a divine tenderness before. He was holding the most delicate piece of flesh he had ever had his hand on.



Lifting his other hand he cupped it’s twin. Perfection twice over, and an equal balance of beauty. He closed and opened his fingers, careful not to squeeze her too hard. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and grinned as they peaked for him.



Looking up in her eyes he saw the joy in her eyes. He reached behind her and pushed the blanket further out of the way, and watched as she slid up and laid down. He made sure she was comfortable and settled on the pillows. Her comfort was foremost in his mind. He wanted her to enjoy this and enjoy it tremendously.



He wished he had a camera so he could immortalize her like this. He would carry that photo with him in his robes so he could worship her with his eyes all the time. She was more beautiful then she realized and he took in her every curve.



She looked like a goddess laying there while his eyes looked down her body. He didn’t know if she was just comfortable in her skin or if she was shy but not letting him see it, either way he appreciated her.



Leaning down he ran his lips over her kneecap and down her thigh, gliding his hand along her skin at the same time. Her perfume covered every inch of her body but he was more intrigued by another scent. When he got to her hips, he kissed his way inside to her stomach and up her body until he got to the valley between her breasts.



He didn’t miss the rise and fall of her chest as he lowered his body over hers and braced his weight on his elbows. He took her breasts in his hands and held them steady as he sucked her nipple. Such succulent nipples they were and he took a great delight in manipulating them with his tongue.



Her hands wove into his hair and for a brief moment he was frozen. Hands in his hair was a major weakness and one that tested his focus. Her hands were softer then any other girl he knew. She focused on the firm breasts in his hands and his mouth and returned to his task at hand.



She was feeling his hair because it was a natural reaction to the sensations she was experiencing. He wondered what she would do when he continued with what he planned. There was no time like the present to find out.



He lowered his frame and kissed his way downward again, getting closer and closer to his destination. When he got there, she was taking shallower breathes but waiting and not resisting him. This willing and eager Hermione was a turn on in the greatest sense and he had every intention of rewarding her for her willingness.



He lifted her thighs over his shoulders and looked down between her legs. She had the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. There was no other way to put it. He knew she trimmed, but now that he had a closer look he could tell just detailed she was in her grooming. Her lips were completely bare and her decorative curls were shaped at the top of her mound.



Her lips were glistening and slightly swollen. Her scent was stronger, and it filled his nostrils, stirring his blood. He couldn’t wait any longer, and dropped his lips to hers, running his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. He was fully aware of her intake of breathe.



Reaching over her thighs with his hands he opened her lips and dipped his tongue inside. His lady panted and moaned as he tasted her. She was a true desert and he couldn’t get enough. He buried his face further tasting deeper juices. He needed more, he needed to sample what she was capable of. What he knew she was capable of.



He lifted his assault higher and focused on her hot spot. Just as he suspected she began twitching and shaking in his arms. Her scent grew even stronger, and his cock was rock solid with the need to be inside her. She had no idea what she did to him. She had no idea how her taste affected him.



She was holding tight to his wrists as he held her thighs. Her legs are sliding about and her hips began thrusting upward into his face. This was what he wanted. She would come soon and he was going to drink it all down.



She was arching her back, humping his face with her hips, and Draco was getting off on it. Hermione was a hot one, and full of a passion he himself was the recipient of. This wanton woman in charge of her desires was hiding under those robes and she was letting it out with him.



“Merlin Draco.” She gasped out as her body moved faster. The sound of her voice calling his name went right to his heart. His soul flew higher as she let her body take over.



Her hips rose and fell, and her grip on his wrists tightened. And Draco was rewarded with the sweetest shower he had ever received. His worked his tongue over her trying to swallow up every drop. She was delicious and he wished he could bottle her taste and have it after lunch. Even after she had peaked and was coming down from the climax he continued to lick her lips, cleaning her up just a little, because he wanted her to be slick when he fucked her, and he wanted to fuck her now.



Rising over her, she took the back of his neck in her grip and brought him down for a savage kiss. His whole body was on fire. His cock was hard as a rock and dripping with precum as she plundered his mouth and tasted her own orgasm from his lips.



She was driving him mad with her kiss. She had a passion that matched his and he was loving it. “I need you Draco.” She said into his mouth. He nearly lost it.



Sliding his body into place he took his cock in hand and guided his cock at her entrance.



“Are you ready?” He asked her, looking in her glazed over eyes.



“Yes.” She said, taking his hips and pulling on him. He sank inside her slowly, and with deliberate movements. He watched her face and took in every expression she was making. She bit her lips and clutched at his back, lifting her legs at his side.



She was soft and velvety around his cock, her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm around him. He held his breathe while he adjusted to her wet embrace. She was hot and wet and covering him in that heat.



“Do you have any idea how you feel?” She gasped out and arched her body into his. Her arms circled his back and reached down to hold his ass, pulling him deeper inside her.



“About as amazing as you feel Hermione.” He said leaning down and kissing her again. He could kiss this treasure forever and still not get enough of her. “You are much better then any fantasy Hermione.” He said and began a slow easy rhythm, enjoying the feel of her around him.



Her groans and gasps filled his ears and he relished it. The sound of her pleasure was the finest music to him and her hands holding him close were a comfort he hadn’t expected to feel. He had called her a goddess and she proving it now.



She accepted him in her arms, in her lips, in her body, eager for his strength just as he was eager to give it to her. He had never felt a sensation like the one she was giving him. This was a true woman, unafraid to taste this joy with him. She was giving in wholeheartedly to her bodies needs and Draco gave her just as much of himself to her.



He held her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing any skin he could reach. Her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her hand even her fingertips were treated to his romantic assault.



He rolled with her, bringing her on her side with him, and reaching down to lift her leg over his waist. His free hand traveled the length of her leg and up her back to her breast and behind her head, even along her cheek. He loved touching her body, and being inside her while doing so made that touch even more enticing.



He continued to move slowly, curling his back into her. She hadn’t released her hold on his body and she had no idea how much that meant to him. This affection of hers could have been selfish and ill placed but he didn’t care at the moment, he just wanted her touch.



She was panting and gasping and arching, moving with him. Together they functioned as one body, connected in everyway. Draco felt his body tighten up and he moved faster.



He locked his eyes with hers and her grip squeezed down on his. One more time, he wanted her to come one more time before he let go. He knew what he had to do.



Reaching down he took her ankle and raised it up on his shoulder feeling her calf relax in his chest. Still side by side he reached down and sought out her clit, rolling his finger over the bud, hard beneath his digit.



She started thrusting against him harder, and he felt her foot moving behind his head. Her little whimpers drove him onward and he moved faster. She was trying to pull him deeper, knowing that it would push her over the edge and he knew just how to give it to her.



Rolling over her, he settled her on her back and rose up on his knees. He took one leg and eased it flat, and straddling it, holding her thigh firmly under his ass. He kept the other still on his shoulder and leaned over her bracing his hand next to her head so he could watch her. He reached down and found her clit again as he started moving again harder and faster.



He had the perfect view of those fabulous breasts bouncing around as he fucked her. She was crying out now, clutching his arms and rolling her hips as he thrust deeply. His knees were up near her hips and the depth he was sinking to was driving him mental, but he fought with himself. He focused on her face and moved harder, bringing out a shriek with each thrust.



Soon he felt it, that squeezing down on his cock. Her softness hugged him tightly and Draco felt a new surge of wetness over his cock and sac, he grunted loudly and let his body go.



He gave in to instinct and held his weight on two fists next to her shoulders while his hips pulled back and drove forward. Hermione’s legs wide and she cried out, her hips arched up and her pussy clamped down on his thrusting cock.



Draco let out a howl from his throat and his curled his whole body into her. The clutching on his cock from her pussy had proved his undoing and he cried out with her. He felt his whole body shake as he drained his body inside her while she milked him dry.



Draco looked down at her. She had fallen into a light nap a few moments ago, and he just reclined next to her watching her sleep. She was peaceful in her sleep, her face devoid of any emotion and just enjoying a rest. Her face when she reached a second climax was phenomenal and pure magic. When she let go of her control, she gave everything and he was glad to be the one to receive it. He draped his arm over her waist and a leg over hers. He didn’t want to let go and knew he would have to eventually, but for the moment she had given herself to him and she was his to caress.



She was a beauty indeed and he didn’t know how he would ever be able to show her just how much he appreciated her. He leaned down and kissed her breasts, watching the nipple pucker, he kissed her shoulder, he kissed her cheek, and then her closed eyelid. She was a beauty indeed.











Hermione closed the book, and stared out the window. She had no idea what to think. She looked down at the notebook. The quill that was writing on the table was writing out their night in the room of requirement. It had been charmed just like a quick quill to write as Draco thought.



So where these thoughts genuine or were they embellished? Did he care the way the words said he did or was he just elaborating on a theme he had chosen? What was she supposed to think?



She glanced up and saw him watching her. He was sitting at a table some distance away but his eyes were focused on her. His face was inquisitive, wondering what she thought of the words she had just read. His face however did let her know one thing. The words in his story were his own feelings.