Unfaithful

AN: Usual disclaimers apply. This is for you guys while waiting for The Birthday Gift to be updated. I just don\'t know when.

Draco opened the door was surprised to see Hermione Granger standing on his front door. “Granger?”

Hermione gave him a nervous smile. “H—Hi, Draco. Umm…do you mind if I come in?” she asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow. It didn’t go unnoticed that she called him by his first name. He stared at her for a few seconds, wondering what the heck she was doing there the night before her wedding. But she looked so pretty in jeans and sweater. He knew they were her favorite because he often saw her wearing them. Her curly hair was in a loose ponytail and her lips were pink. He opened the door wider to let her in.

Hermione steeped inside the house and looked around. It was neat and big enough for two or maybe even three people. She turned around at the sound of the door being shut. Her heart started to pump in her chest as she stared at the man before her.

“So Granger, to whom do I owe the pleasure of your visit? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?” Draco sneered. As per usual, he hid his true feelings from her. He might have acted as though he hated hert tht there wasn’t anything else he wanted to do than to take her in his arms and take her to bed. He couldn’t believe she was getting married. That lucky bastard, he thought.

“Draco, I know we’re not exactly friends.”

Draco scoffed. “re rre right about that. What do you want?”

Hermione once again bit her lip as she lifted her chocolate brown eyes to his that Draco thought that he would melt. She took a deep breath and moved forward until she was standing only a few inches from him. The tips of her breast touched his chest and Draco had to keep from groaning aloud.

Hermione wasn’t what you would call beautiful. But one could say that she had the quiet beauty that other females lacked. Her hair was still bushy but she was finally able to make it more manageable using a charm she had made herself. Her legs were long and shapely, and loved it when she wore her muggle jeans because he could see the shape of her butt.

Hermione gathered all her courage and lifted her hand to his chest, her eyes turning seductive as she directly stared into Draco’s silvery gray orbs. “Tonight,” she started. “I want you. I know I’m getting married tomorrow and this is my last chance to do this.” She slid her hand up his chest and around his neck while pushing her body closer to his.

Draco was surprised. He didn’t expect this from this wo the the former Head Girl who followed rules—at least most of them. He pulled back slightly, even though his body was screaming to get closer to her warmth. “What are you doing?” he asked hoarsely, holding her arm in place.
Hermione pushed her body closer to his and there wasn’t mistaking his erection against her belly. She knew he was fighting it. Merlin! She wanted him. She wanted him, tonight, and she didn’t care that she was getting married tomorrow. She leaned closer and kissed the corner of his mouth gently. “Please, Draco, I want you. And I know you want me,” she whispered. “Please don’t fight me. Don’t think about anything else.” She started trailing soft kisses on his cheeks down to his jaw. She went lower and nuzzled his neck.

Draco groaned. He could feel himself harden at the thought of fucking Hermione. He was settled on wanking while thinking of her body arching beneath his. This wasn’t supposed to happen, dammit! This was wrong! Tonight. Just for tonight. He knew he would go to hell for this. He opened his mouth and Hermione darted in her tongue, tasting his mouth.

Hermione slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling the taut skin on skin back. She wsn’t satisfied. She lifted the hem and Draco raised his hands to help her take off his shirt. She then ran her fingers up his tight stomach to his chest, circling his nipples with her thumb.

“Oh, Merlin!” Draco whimpered. “Bedroom,” he mumbled.

Quickly, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He dumped hre unceremoniously on his ksizesized bed. Hermione took off her shirt in one motion and Draco reached for the buttons of her jeans and started pulling it down her legs. Her breasts were encased in a lacy white bra and her panties barely covered her mound. Seductive yet innocent. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss. “Tonight, just for tonight. It will be our secret.”

“Yes, yes,”mionmione whispered. Her hands went to the buckle of his trousers, and soon she was pushing them down his legs. She then looked up at him while she backed up on the bed, her eyes beckoning him to follow her.

With a smirk, Draco crawled towards her like a graceful panther. He nuzzled her neck while his hands worked on the fastening of her bra and pulled it off her arms. Her breasts were beautiful. They were like cream with cherries at the tips. He bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. They tasted better than cherries. He swirled his tongue around and around, then sucked on them like a baby, while he toyed with the other one.

Hermione moaned and buried her hands in his blonde hair, arching her back. Electricity shot to her center as Draco gently scraped his teeth over the sensitive tip the released it with a loud pop. He then moved to the other breast, laving it with the same attention.

His hands moved down to her knickers. Fuck! She was soaking. “You’re so wet, darling,” he whispered in her ears while he toyed with her through the material. He placed his hands on her hips then slowly pulled the material down her legs. But before throwing it aside, he raised it to his nose and inhaled. “Mmm… you smell delicious, Granger.”

Hermione’s breath hitched and she could feel her blood pumping furiously through her veins to her core.
Draco looked down and her groaned at the sight. Her coral pink flesh was glistenand and her clit was swollen. He bent his head and nuzzled her affectionately. He looked up, guided her hands to her cunt and said, “Do it for me. Open those plush lips for me.”

Hermione nodded her head. She opened her legs wider and with her trembling hands, she spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers.

Draco smiled. “Perfect,” he whispered then bent his head and darted out his tongue. He started teasing her, sucking and licking.

Hermione transferred her hands to his blond head, urging him for more. “Please, Draco. More… I need more. Yes,” she panted.

Draco took pity and drew the tiny nub into his mouth and suckled and inserted one, then two fingers inside her tight warmth.

Hermione screamed as her orgasm consumed her.

Draco moved up and kissed her, letting her taste herself in his mouth. Hermione pushed him to his back so that she was on top of him. She started nuzzling her chest, trailing kisses to his abdomen. She removed his boxers and his cock sprang free from its confinement. He was long and thick. She nuzzled him, taking in his musky scent.

Draco watched as Hermione ran her fingers up his cock. He let out a guttural moan when she darted out her tongue and licked the purple crown. She took him in her mouth, first the tip then slowly taking him in bit by bit. The sight of her sweet lips around hock ock made him swell even more. Soon he was pumping in and out of her mouth, careful not to gag her. Hermione felt triumph rush through her. She caressed the patch of skin between his anus and his balls.

“Stop! I want to be inside you when I come.”

Hermione moved up and whispered, “Yes.” The tip of his cock hovered at her entrance and he grabbed her hips, slamming her down into him. She let out a whimper as he filled her.

Draco thought he had gone to heaven as mus muscles fit him like a glove. Hermione started moving up and down, circling her hips to find the right angle. But Draco wouldn’t let her set the pace. He rolled her to her back then started pumping. He was so deep that he could feel her cervix.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out of her. “Yes, yes, Draco. More!”

Draco started to whisper in her ear, telling her how tight she was and how good she felt around him. Soon, Hermione’s second wave of orgasm hit her. Draco followed soon, spilling his seen into her.

Draco pulled his softening cock out of Hermione. He pulled her close to him. “You husband is one lucky bastard.

Hermione refused to look at him. “Husband-to-be.”

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Hermione walked down the aisle nervously. He clung to her father’s arm and stared straight ahead. She would never forget last night. She would cherish that moment forever. Draco, she thought. Soon, the groom was taking her hand in his. She saw through her veil, twinkling gray eyes. Her hus-to--to-be leaned in and whispered. “I’m one lucky bastard.” And she was one lucky girl.

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