Help Me Draco

Draco had sent a message to Hermione telling her to meet him in the room of requirement that evening after dinner. He was hard all day after he had read her letter. It was a enclosed with a copy of a book page, complete with a photo of the description. Hermione had taken the liberty of charming the image to look like them.



The page showed a woman laying flat on a bed, covered in deserts, strawberries, glazes and chocolate treats. The remains of a dinner nearby, made it obvious that desert was served on a much better platter.



Hermione’s note said that this item on her list of two was the less outrageous. Draco had grinned like a madman when he saw what she wanted. He was more then anxious to have his own desert try tonight.



He left the kitchens with a small bag prepared by a elf that always served Draco in the kitchens. It contained sliced strawberries, cranberries and sugary glaze, along with cubed shortcake and chocolate syrup. He quickly brought about the door and dashed inside to get everything ready.



By the time Hermione showed up he had the bed turned down, his shoes and socks off and he was bare-chested, standing next to a small table covered in sweets. She giggled as the door sealed itself shut.



“Now, as lovely as you always look, I’m afraid the chocolate might ruin your clothes, so it would be wise to remove them don’t you think?” He said with a wolfish grin.



Hermione returned his grin and quickly removed the dress, followed by her knickers and bra. Draco’s smiling face fed her pride. “What about you?” She asked gesturing to his jeans as she climbed on the bed.



He removed them, standing before her as naked as she was, and reached for a tray of cranberries. Dipping the berry in the small bowl of glaze he placed in between her breasts then proceeded to decorate her with the tart berries. She had several around her nipples, her navel and down her thighs before he put the tray away and plucked one off with his lips.



Hermione smiled as he made a dramatic show of eating off her. She opened her lips as he took a berry and dropped it into her mouth with his own. She felt delectable and desirable all at once. Draco took the strawberries next and planted several along her hips and chestnut curls. He parted her thighs and slipped two into her lips, just far enough to hold them in place.



Hermione closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his lips as he partook of his desert. When he got to the two embedded in her pussy, he parted her legs wide and slurped one out loudly, chewing and moaning. He took the other one, licked around her as he did and running the juicy fruit over her clit, before sucking it into his mouth.



Rising on his knees he licked his lips and grinned bringing a giggle from Hermione. “They need to make a glaze that tastes like that for the Great Hall.”



“Oh I can just imagine what the reaction would be once everyone found out what they just ate.” She said.



He chuckled and took out his wand, giving her a cleansing spell, then took the chocolate syrup. Using the small brush he wrote out his name on her breasts, trying to keep his script legible while she giggled.



Using his tongue he retraced the letters, licking up the chocolate as he went and giving her another cleansing spell. He leaned over her and gave her a lingering kiss. She tasted the sweetness from the glaze and chocolate, as well as the berries.



He stretched out next to her and took her kiss as she rolled over and straddled his hips. Reaching out to the tray she took the cubes of shortcake and placed then down his torso adding a berry here and there. She took her own time eating off his body, letting her fingers weave with his.



Holding his hands while she ate her desert made it feel very intimate and loving, even though she knew love had nothing to do with it. She understood now the closeness you could have without losing your heart. It was a wonderful thing to experience and both Ron and Draco had been right. There were something books didn’t teach you.



She reached out and took the chocolate syrup, and wrote her name on Draco’s chest. “It’s not so hard to write of someone.” She commented.



“You have a smoother writing surface, a longer name and no giggling to cause jiggling.” He said calmly. She laughed as she put the chocolate away and then licked off her own name. She suddenly developed a newfound love of chocolate, then a wicked thought struck her.



She reached out and took the sugary glaze, then knelt between his thighs, parting them to accommodate her. Picking up the brush from the chocolate she brushed the glaze over his cock, coating his length in a berry red paint. Draco hardened from the brush strokes and the anticipation.



When she finally settled into place she gave his cock long strokes of her tongue, smacking her lips as she licked him clean. Draco’s groaning was audible and he held nothing back. She licked and sucked every inch of skin, making sure he was clean, then took the head in her mouth. He arched under her as she slid up and down, sucking gently on him.



Draco felt his whole body flare up with need. Her lips were a talent to be reckoned with and he wanted her more then ever now. He grabbed his wand and pulled her higher, running a cleansing spell over them both before she straddled his hips again taking him inside her.



He arched up, thrusting his hips and groaning loudly. Hermione leaned down, pressing her breasts to his chest and rocking her hips. She kissed him with a passion he returned and rolled her hips harder, as he reached down and grabbed her ass in both hands. She didn’t care about what might seem sluttish or whoreish, all she cared about was the feeling of Draco buried inside her deeply. This was lust in its purest form and she loved it.



She gave herself over to nature, moving her body faster and faster. She sat straight up and rolled her hips back and forth, thrusting against his harder and harder.



Draco could find no words to describe the pure bliss he was feeling. Hermione was a woman possessed and she was using him to get herself off. Her hair was a wild mess and swung about her shoulders as she moved. Her breasts were bouncing about on her chest and she made no move to cover them. He eyes had drifted shut and her parted lips were panting out as she neared closer and closer to release.



Draco was also close and knew that when she came and squeezed him, it would trigger his own orgasm. This was what he loved about her. They fit together perfectly and complimented each other in bed. One’s orgasm triggering the others. Not too many couples were that lucky, but they were.



She cried out louder and Draco felt his own body begin to tense up. There was no way he was finishing off before she got hers, so he reached for her clit and quickly found it, rolling his finger along the little bud. Hermione shrieked and thrust her hips harder.



Draco felt the familiar hug and let out his own groans as she began squeezing him. Their cries mingled together as Hermione orgasm sent him reeling into his. They were a cluster of shaking and tense bodies unleashing fluids together where their bodies were joined. The collapsed still holding each other onto the bed, panting like two wild animals after a hunt.



Draco didn’t know how long they stayed there, and frankly he didn’t care. Hermione had rolled onto her bed and relaxed on his arm. His hand curled up to play with strands of her hair. Together naked and sexually satisfied, they reclined side by side, their hands joined on his torso.



“Why do we do this?” She asked.



“Isn’t it obvious? We match each other.” He moved to his side and looked down at her, caressing her stomach. “Not too many people can say that are always sated with their partner. Not to many people can say that they climax together. What we have is rare and fulfilling and we deserve to enjoy it.” He said, leaning down and kissing her.



“So what’s your fantasy?” She asked, accepting his answer.



“You already did it.” He said, grinning.



“What was it?” She asked with a laugh.



“I’ve always wanted to tie up a somewhat reluctant young lady and eat her out until she cums.” He said. Hermione let out loud laughter and it filled his soul. She had a delightful laugh and the way her breasts shook was the cutest image he had ever seen. “So what’s the other item?” He asked when she stopped.



“The other item?” She frowned.



“You said your list had two items, what’s the other?” He asked. Hermione blushed and looked away. “Oh come one now, do you mean to tell me after licked strawberry glaze of my cock and riding me like a raging hippogriff, you are still shy?” He said.



“Stop it. You cant expect me to just admit to that much so soon.” She countered.



“Hermione, we just fucked and if I’m right, which I most likely am, then we will be doing it again. I am your lover, you can tell me what you dream about.” He pressed.



“I can tell you what I think about trying, but as far as fantasies go, let me take my own time.” She said giving him a firm look.



“Alright, I’m sorry. Take your time.” He leaned down and kissed her.



“I will tell you when I am ready.” She said. “It is something I dream about but I’m not sure I can do it. I’ll talk to you about it when I am ready.” She said.



“That’s fair enough. Just come to me and not a book, alright.” He asked.



“Alright.” She agreed lifting up and kissing his nose.



“So then, what else do you want to try. Not fantasies, just things you want to do.” He said.



“Well, I was reading about something, but I think it needed to be planned out first.” She said.



“What is it?” Draco asked.



“Anal sex.” She answered. Draco’s cock swelled up again in record speed.