Glad I Came
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Adult ++
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20,414
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34
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Glad I Came
Title: Glad I came
Author: shagmedraco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He came every year to watch her, but always left empty handed. This year though, he\'d be glad he came.
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Harry Potter characters. If I did, i certainly would not be sitting at the computer at my job typing this up for free.
Thanks to my beta Reetinkerbell for being the Goddess she is.
A/N--One of my reviews says that i lost her as a reader because I made D/Hr sound immature. Somehow she thinks that this story takes place seventeen years after Hogwarts. Not true. If she had paid attention, she would have seen that the first part of the story takes place 5 years after hogwarts, not 17, how she got that number I have NO idea.
So, I just wanted to clear up that they are not 34/35 years old, they are 23/24 years old and hopefully they don\'t seem immature because I, myself, am 23, and I would say stuff like that. Maybe I\'m the immature one. *shrugs* oh well.
Glad I Came (1/1)
The ballroom was decorated with pumpkins, dancing skeletons, and tacky orange and black crepe paper. Witches and Wizards dressed in their Halloween costumes littered the floor, mingling with the others as they waited for the party to kick into gear.
Every year the Ministry of Magic held a Halloween party to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort. The great Harry Potter had finally killed him the year after graduation on Halloween night, the seventeenth anniversary of his parents\' death and the night he first defeated the Dark Lord when he was only a baby.
Draco Malfoy stood against a wall wondering why he came to the party year after year. It was always dreadfully boring and he would never praise The Boy Who Lived, so why come at all? When his eyes drifted to the double doors that had just opened, he remembered his reason.
Her.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around the room slowly. When her eyes passed over him she stopped suddenly before smiling slightly and moving on. He laughed inwardly; it seemed she was shocked that someone was staring at her from across the room. She found herself a table and sat down alone.
Even though this year\'s party was a masked one- he could tell that it was her. She was wearing a renaissance style maroon dress. The bodice had black string that criss-crossed up her stomach and tied right below her breast, which were pushed up due to the corset. It fanned out below her stomach and down to the floor. She was wearing a matching mask that covered half her face but Draco wasn\'t fooled. He had every inch of her memorized, having spent the whole seventh year staring at her, wishing they were any other two people than who they were so he could have her.
He came every year just to watch her. He had never actually approached her, preferring not to be slapped in front of everyone. This year though, he was determined to do so. He was dressed in all black, with a mask and a hat to hide his tell tale blond hair. She wouldn\'t know it was him.
Draco walked to the punch bowl, poured two drinks and strolled purposefully to her table. She looked up at him as he approached and he held up the drink in offering. She smiled as she took it and motioned to the chair next to her.
\"So,\" he started, \"Come here often? \"
She laughed, \"Every year. I sort of have to, if not, people would start talking.\" She looked to the center of the dance floor and he followed her eyes to see the star of the party standing there, chatting it up with a random witch. The two friends always came to the party together, but separated at the door.
\"Yes,\" he nodded, \"if the best friend of Harry Potter didn\'t come to celebrate on this day, rumors would surely start.\"
\"You know who I am? I thought the mask would hide me better than that.\"
He smirked at her, \"The mask is fine, it\'s just, I\'d know you anywhere.\"
\"Do I know you?\" she asked suddenly.
\"Not tonight you don\'t. Care to dance?\"
At her approval, he took her hand and led her to the dance floor, pulling her close he began he began swaying to the soft music. He sighed softly at the feel of her in his arms. She fit so perfectly; the top of her head would fit right under his chin if she rested her head on his chest. He wondered if she\'d still be dancing with him if she knew who he was.
It was possible. Right after their graduation ceremony, he had caught her alone and apologized for everything he had ever done to her. Before she could accept or deny his apology, Mr. Harry Potter himself swooped in and pulled her away from Draco, giving him an evil look. But before they got too far away, Hermione had turned and smiled at him.
\"So, what house were you in at Hogwarts?\" she was asking.
\"I can\'t tell. You\'re brilliant and it wouldn\'t take you long to figure out who I am.\"
Hermione grinned, \"You think I\'ll run away?\"
\"Yes.\"
She made a face, \"You\'re not Crabbe or Goyle are you?\"
He snorted, \"Merlin, No! You\'ll find out at midnight. And only at midnight.\"
She dropped the subject and rested her head on his chest. If he had the power to stop time, this is when he would use it. To keep her there with him forever. He\'d been waiting for this night for over five years.
\"You smell like Draco Malfoy.\" She said suspiciously.
Draco snapped out of his bliss, \"Draco Malfoy? Really? And you know how he smells because….\" He let the sentence hang.
She laughed, \"Well, he was Head Boy and I did share a common room with him in seventh year. When he\'d leave in the morning, the whole room smelled of cologne.\"
\"I see,\" he drawled
\"You know,\" she said, \"and don\'t tell anyone this, but I think he may have had a small crush on me.\"
He looked at her, \"Really? That\'s interesting. Tell me, what would you have done had he confessed it to you?\"
\"Probably kissed him. I\'d been waiting all year for him to say something about it. Plus, I was sort of crushing on him myself.\"
He contemplated this for a minute. All he had to do was ask? He couldn\'t believe that she had a crush on him back then.
\"And here I always thought you hated him.\" He said.
She looked up; \"I don\'t hate him.\"
Eyebrows raised, \"Oh no?\"
She shook her head, \"No, all that was water under the bridge already. We were kids when we fought all the time and I\'d realized that. He hadn\'t treated me like I was filth since the end of fifth year. Besides, he apologized to me at graduation and I forgave him. Of course, he doesn\'t know that I did.\"
Draco smiled, he sure knew now. Inside, his heart soared and he almost kissed her then but held himself back. He wished she had time to forgive him back then. Maybe the last five years would have been different; maybe he could have had her by his side. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He just wanted to enjoy her while she was there.
They spent the rest of the night laughing and dancing together. By the time midnight came around they were in the garden chatting about everything and nothing. It looked to Draco that Hermione was waiting for the clock to chime because as soon as it struck twelve, she stood up and pulled him next to her.
\"Let\'s see who you are now.\" She said, lifting her hand to his mask.
He backed away and quickly took her hand in his.
\"Hermione, wait. I need to tell you this first. I\'m in love with you. I\'ve been in love with you since sixth year. I know that I don\'t personally know you very well but I really want to. I want to know all of you. That\'s probably not what you were expecting but there it is.\" He finished quickly.
She hesitated another moment before pulling the mask and hat off him. He was shocked when she looked into his eyes and smiled.
\"I knew it was you.\"
\"What?\" he asked, surprised.
\"Shh. Kiss me.\"
And he did. He pulled her to his body and captured her lips with his. Draco\'s hand snaked into her hair as he deepened the kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth and he grinned against her lips. Pulling away, he took off her mask and touched her face.
\"I\'ve imagined doing that for so long.\"
She grinned at him, \"I\'ve been waiting for it to happen. Let me tell you, if you hadn\'t approached me tonight, I would have came to you.\"
He was surprised, \"You wouldn\'t have known who I was.\"
She laughed and kissed him again, \"Don\'t be silly, I\'d know you anywhere. You\'re the real reason I come here every year.\"
Draco laughed at the complete irony of the situation. If only they had finished their conversation at graduation. They would have been together no doubt.
Nevermind that, you\'ve got her now. Now get her away from this party!
\"Hold on to me Hermione,\" he whispered.
She held him tighter and he apparated them out of the garden.
~~~
\"How do you think the party is this year?\"
Draco turned to Hermione, \"Dreadfully boring, like every other year probably.\"
It was time for the Halloween ball, but this year two people would be absent. They had decided to forgo the activities and instead celebrate their one-year anniversary alone. Currently, they were spread out on the huge rug in front of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, which was left to him after his father died and his mother left to live with her sister. After eating a gourmet dinner prepared by his *paid* house elves, he and his woman decided to relax the the glow of the fire.
The year had been a strange one for Draco. Hermione had made him go with her to the Burrow to tell everyone about their relationship. Her two best friends and most of the redheaded family gave him grief for the first couple of months, but overall it was better than Draco expected. He had met Hermione\'s parents, and he had to admit that for Muggles, they weren\'t half-bad.
Hermione had moved into the Manor six months after they started dating. She had her own room but rarely stayed in there, as she preferred to stay in Draco\'s room. Not that he complained. He loved to hold her while she slept. The feeling of her in his arms was still the best feeling in the world for him.
\"I hope Harry\'s not too upset that we missed it,\" Hermione said from her seat in his lap.
He ran his hands down the length of her arms to grab her hands in his.
\"I\'m sure he\'ll understand,\" Draco said, \"And if he doesn\'t he can rack off.\"
\"Draco! That wasn\'t very nice.\"
\"Hey, I just say what I feel.\"
\"What would you feel if I said you were sleeping alone tonight?\"
He grinned at her, \"You can\'t keep away from my bed woman.\"
\"Oh yes I can. Okay Draco how about we bet?\"
\"On what?\" Draco asked curiously.
\"On how long I can go without having you. I say, five days, no sex.\" She crossed her arms in front of her.
Draco laughed, \"Five days? You won\'t be able to last five minutes!\"
\"We\'ll see won\'t we?\"
\"Fine. What do I get when you lose?\" he asked her.
\"IF I lose…. I\'ll do whatever you want.\"
He raised an eyebrow, \"And if you win?\"
\"Well it\'s simple isn\'t it? If I win, you have to do whatever I want.\"
Draco smiled to himself and bent down to kiss her neck gently. She shivered and tried to get off his lap but he held her there tightly.
\"Now, now my love, you can\'t get away that easily.\"
She pouted and fell back against his chest. His arms came to wrap around her and cup her breasts through her shirt. He could tell that her nipples were hard already and knew that this bet wouldn\'t last long. Unbuttoning her shirt, his hands made their way inside and caressed her soft skin.
\"That\'s cheating Draco,\" Hermione said quietly.
\"You didn\'t specify any rules.\" He replied before lifting her off his lap and laying her down on the rug.
He bent down to kiss her but she turned her face to the side unwisely, as she revealed a lot of neck for him to work with. He began kissing and licking her there, making his way down her neck to her chest and taking a breast in his mouth. She hissed and her hands came up to grab his hair. He brought himself back up to her face and kissed her hard. She moaned in the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss, searching every part of her mouth with his tongue.
His hand snuck down her stomach to lift the skirt she was wearing, and almost lost it right then when he realized that she wasn\'t wearing any knickers. He traced his fingers along the outside of her sex lightly and she jumped, breaking their kiss.
\"Draco…\" she whispered.
He kissed his way down her body, taking time to stop and explore her breasts once more, before positioning himself in between her legs. Sitting on his knees, he pulled her until her knees were sitting on his shoulders and her hot core was right in his face.
Licking his lips he said to her, \"You sure you can make it five days?\"
The only answer he got was a loud moan from Hermione when he ran his tongue between her folds. He held her around the waist as his mouth continued to torment her. She was dripping wet and he loved it. His tongue dipped in and out of her center before running the length to the sensitive nub, which was practically pulsing. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled a bit. She moaned and he left the quivering nub alone, not wanting to bring her to an orgasm just yet.
Bringing his hand around, he slipped a finger inside her, pumping it slowly. He added another finger and began licking her once more. The combination of his fingers and tongue had her twitching, her hands fisting the rug beneath her. Still pumping his fingers in and out of her, his mouth traveled back up to her clit and he licked it, his nose rubbing into the patch of curls at the top of her womanhood. She was squirming on the ground and he grinned when her legs began to shake. Just when he knew she would come, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of her slowly and setting her legs back down on the ground.
\"Draco?\" she whimpered.
\"What do you need luv?\" he asked sweetly.
\"You. I need you, please.\"
\"I thought you said you could make it five days,\" he said
\"Draco! NOW!\"
\"But then you\'ll lose your bet.\"
Hermione growled and pushed him over and after pulling his pants and boxers, off, she straddled him. Finding him hard and ready for her, she positioned herself over him and impaled herself on him quickly.
\"Merlin,\" he groaned as her warmth engulfed him.
\"Yesssss\" she hissed.
Draco held her hips as she rode him, loving the way her tits bounced with each thrust. He felt himself get harder inside of her when she took them in her own hands and began groping herself. He loved it when she played with her breasts, and she knew it, doing it often to please him. She bent down and began kissing his neck, leaving wet trails from his ear to his collarbone. His hands roamed over her back, down to her ass and slapped it once. She arched her back and grabbed hold of his thighs for leverage, bouncing on him at a different angle.
\"Mmmmm. Baby.\" She whispered.
He sat up and held her closer to him, making her moan. He growled and began nipping her on her neck. Merlin, he would never tire of this, he loved the way he fit so perfectly inside her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to meet his for a kiss. He was positive that she could taste herself on his tongue but didn\'t care and it seemed like she didn\'t either because she was kissing him like she never had before.
He flipped them over on the rug, pounding into her harder. His hands found her breasts again and he palmed them, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She raked her nails down his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist trying to get him in deeper, meeting his every thrust. Her moaning grew louder and he knew she would be coming soon. Speeding up his thrusts, he reached between them and ran his finger lightly over her clit. She began shaking and calling out his name. Her muscles clamping around him sent him over the edge with her.
He collapsed on top of her, panting. Her legs were still wrapped around his midsection and she hugged him close, whispering his name over and over. When he had the strength to move, he laid with his back on the rug and pulled her next to him. They laid there together on the floor in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room being the crackling fire and their deep breathing. Finally, Hermione lifted her head to give him a kiss.
\"So?\" she asked.
\"So, what?\" he said, absently playing with a strand of her hair.
\"You won the bet, I\'ll do anything you ask. So what is it?\"
He smiled at her, \"Marry me.\"
The End.
Author: shagmedraco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He came every year to watch her, but always left empty handed. This year though, he\'d be glad he came.
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own any of the Harry Potter characters. If I did, i certainly would not be sitting at the computer at my job typing this up for free.
Thanks to my beta Reetinkerbell for being the Goddess she is.
A/N--One of my reviews says that i lost her as a reader because I made D/Hr sound immature. Somehow she thinks that this story takes place seventeen years after Hogwarts. Not true. If she had paid attention, she would have seen that the first part of the story takes place 5 years after hogwarts, not 17, how she got that number I have NO idea.
So, I just wanted to clear up that they are not 34/35 years old, they are 23/24 years old and hopefully they don\'t seem immature because I, myself, am 23, and I would say stuff like that. Maybe I\'m the immature one. *shrugs* oh well.
Glad I Came (1/1)
The ballroom was decorated with pumpkins, dancing skeletons, and tacky orange and black crepe paper. Witches and Wizards dressed in their Halloween costumes littered the floor, mingling with the others as they waited for the party to kick into gear.
Every year the Ministry of Magic held a Halloween party to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort. The great Harry Potter had finally killed him the year after graduation on Halloween night, the seventeenth anniversary of his parents\' death and the night he first defeated the Dark Lord when he was only a baby.
Draco Malfoy stood against a wall wondering why he came to the party year after year. It was always dreadfully boring and he would never praise The Boy Who Lived, so why come at all? When his eyes drifted to the double doors that had just opened, he remembered his reason.
Her.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around the room slowly. When her eyes passed over him she stopped suddenly before smiling slightly and moving on. He laughed inwardly; it seemed she was shocked that someone was staring at her from across the room. She found herself a table and sat down alone.
Even though this year\'s party was a masked one- he could tell that it was her. She was wearing a renaissance style maroon dress. The bodice had black string that criss-crossed up her stomach and tied right below her breast, which were pushed up due to the corset. It fanned out below her stomach and down to the floor. She was wearing a matching mask that covered half her face but Draco wasn\'t fooled. He had every inch of her memorized, having spent the whole seventh year staring at her, wishing they were any other two people than who they were so he could have her.
He came every year just to watch her. He had never actually approached her, preferring not to be slapped in front of everyone. This year though, he was determined to do so. He was dressed in all black, with a mask and a hat to hide his tell tale blond hair. She wouldn\'t know it was him.
Draco walked to the punch bowl, poured two drinks and strolled purposefully to her table. She looked up at him as he approached and he held up the drink in offering. She smiled as she took it and motioned to the chair next to her.
\"So,\" he started, \"Come here often? \"
She laughed, \"Every year. I sort of have to, if not, people would start talking.\" She looked to the center of the dance floor and he followed her eyes to see the star of the party standing there, chatting it up with a random witch. The two friends always came to the party together, but separated at the door.
\"Yes,\" he nodded, \"if the best friend of Harry Potter didn\'t come to celebrate on this day, rumors would surely start.\"
\"You know who I am? I thought the mask would hide me better than that.\"
He smirked at her, \"The mask is fine, it\'s just, I\'d know you anywhere.\"
\"Do I know you?\" she asked suddenly.
\"Not tonight you don\'t. Care to dance?\"
At her approval, he took her hand and led her to the dance floor, pulling her close he began he began swaying to the soft music. He sighed softly at the feel of her in his arms. She fit so perfectly; the top of her head would fit right under his chin if she rested her head on his chest. He wondered if she\'d still be dancing with him if she knew who he was.
It was possible. Right after their graduation ceremony, he had caught her alone and apologized for everything he had ever done to her. Before she could accept or deny his apology, Mr. Harry Potter himself swooped in and pulled her away from Draco, giving him an evil look. But before they got too far away, Hermione had turned and smiled at him.
\"So, what house were you in at Hogwarts?\" she was asking.
\"I can\'t tell. You\'re brilliant and it wouldn\'t take you long to figure out who I am.\"
Hermione grinned, \"You think I\'ll run away?\"
\"Yes.\"
She made a face, \"You\'re not Crabbe or Goyle are you?\"
He snorted, \"Merlin, No! You\'ll find out at midnight. And only at midnight.\"
She dropped the subject and rested her head on his chest. If he had the power to stop time, this is when he would use it. To keep her there with him forever. He\'d been waiting for this night for over five years.
\"You smell like Draco Malfoy.\" She said suspiciously.
Draco snapped out of his bliss, \"Draco Malfoy? Really? And you know how he smells because….\" He let the sentence hang.
She laughed, \"Well, he was Head Boy and I did share a common room with him in seventh year. When he\'d leave in the morning, the whole room smelled of cologne.\"
\"I see,\" he drawled
\"You know,\" she said, \"and don\'t tell anyone this, but I think he may have had a small crush on me.\"
He looked at her, \"Really? That\'s interesting. Tell me, what would you have done had he confessed it to you?\"
\"Probably kissed him. I\'d been waiting all year for him to say something about it. Plus, I was sort of crushing on him myself.\"
He contemplated this for a minute. All he had to do was ask? He couldn\'t believe that she had a crush on him back then.
\"And here I always thought you hated him.\" He said.
She looked up; \"I don\'t hate him.\"
Eyebrows raised, \"Oh no?\"
She shook her head, \"No, all that was water under the bridge already. We were kids when we fought all the time and I\'d realized that. He hadn\'t treated me like I was filth since the end of fifth year. Besides, he apologized to me at graduation and I forgave him. Of course, he doesn\'t know that I did.\"
Draco smiled, he sure knew now. Inside, his heart soared and he almost kissed her then but held himself back. He wished she had time to forgive him back then. Maybe the last five years would have been different; maybe he could have had her by his side. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He just wanted to enjoy her while she was there.
They spent the rest of the night laughing and dancing together. By the time midnight came around they were in the garden chatting about everything and nothing. It looked to Draco that Hermione was waiting for the clock to chime because as soon as it struck twelve, she stood up and pulled him next to her.
\"Let\'s see who you are now.\" She said, lifting her hand to his mask.
He backed away and quickly took her hand in his.
\"Hermione, wait. I need to tell you this first. I\'m in love with you. I\'ve been in love with you since sixth year. I know that I don\'t personally know you very well but I really want to. I want to know all of you. That\'s probably not what you were expecting but there it is.\" He finished quickly.
She hesitated another moment before pulling the mask and hat off him. He was shocked when she looked into his eyes and smiled.
\"I knew it was you.\"
\"What?\" he asked, surprised.
\"Shh. Kiss me.\"
And he did. He pulled her to his body and captured her lips with his. Draco\'s hand snaked into her hair as he deepened the kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth and he grinned against her lips. Pulling away, he took off her mask and touched her face.
\"I\'ve imagined doing that for so long.\"
She grinned at him, \"I\'ve been waiting for it to happen. Let me tell you, if you hadn\'t approached me tonight, I would have came to you.\"
He was surprised, \"You wouldn\'t have known who I was.\"
She laughed and kissed him again, \"Don\'t be silly, I\'d know you anywhere. You\'re the real reason I come here every year.\"
Draco laughed at the complete irony of the situation. If only they had finished their conversation at graduation. They would have been together no doubt.
Nevermind that, you\'ve got her now. Now get her away from this party!
\"Hold on to me Hermione,\" he whispered.
She held him tighter and he apparated them out of the garden.
~~~
\"How do you think the party is this year?\"
Draco turned to Hermione, \"Dreadfully boring, like every other year probably.\"
It was time for the Halloween ball, but this year two people would be absent. They had decided to forgo the activities and instead celebrate their one-year anniversary alone. Currently, they were spread out on the huge rug in front of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, which was left to him after his father died and his mother left to live with her sister. After eating a gourmet dinner prepared by his *paid* house elves, he and his woman decided to relax the the glow of the fire.
The year had been a strange one for Draco. Hermione had made him go with her to the Burrow to tell everyone about their relationship. Her two best friends and most of the redheaded family gave him grief for the first couple of months, but overall it was better than Draco expected. He had met Hermione\'s parents, and he had to admit that for Muggles, they weren\'t half-bad.
Hermione had moved into the Manor six months after they started dating. She had her own room but rarely stayed in there, as she preferred to stay in Draco\'s room. Not that he complained. He loved to hold her while she slept. The feeling of her in his arms was still the best feeling in the world for him.
\"I hope Harry\'s not too upset that we missed it,\" Hermione said from her seat in his lap.
He ran his hands down the length of her arms to grab her hands in his.
\"I\'m sure he\'ll understand,\" Draco said, \"And if he doesn\'t he can rack off.\"
\"Draco! That wasn\'t very nice.\"
\"Hey, I just say what I feel.\"
\"What would you feel if I said you were sleeping alone tonight?\"
He grinned at her, \"You can\'t keep away from my bed woman.\"
\"Oh yes I can. Okay Draco how about we bet?\"
\"On what?\" Draco asked curiously.
\"On how long I can go without having you. I say, five days, no sex.\" She crossed her arms in front of her.
Draco laughed, \"Five days? You won\'t be able to last five minutes!\"
\"We\'ll see won\'t we?\"
\"Fine. What do I get when you lose?\" he asked her.
\"IF I lose…. I\'ll do whatever you want.\"
He raised an eyebrow, \"And if you win?\"
\"Well it\'s simple isn\'t it? If I win, you have to do whatever I want.\"
Draco smiled to himself and bent down to kiss her neck gently. She shivered and tried to get off his lap but he held her there tightly.
\"Now, now my love, you can\'t get away that easily.\"
She pouted and fell back against his chest. His arms came to wrap around her and cup her breasts through her shirt. He could tell that her nipples were hard already and knew that this bet wouldn\'t last long. Unbuttoning her shirt, his hands made their way inside and caressed her soft skin.
\"That\'s cheating Draco,\" Hermione said quietly.
\"You didn\'t specify any rules.\" He replied before lifting her off his lap and laying her down on the rug.
He bent down to kiss her but she turned her face to the side unwisely, as she revealed a lot of neck for him to work with. He began kissing and licking her there, making his way down her neck to her chest and taking a breast in his mouth. She hissed and her hands came up to grab his hair. He brought himself back up to her face and kissed her hard. She moaned in the back of her throat as he deepened the kiss, searching every part of her mouth with his tongue.
His hand snuck down her stomach to lift the skirt she was wearing, and almost lost it right then when he realized that she wasn\'t wearing any knickers. He traced his fingers along the outside of her sex lightly and she jumped, breaking their kiss.
\"Draco…\" she whispered.
He kissed his way down her body, taking time to stop and explore her breasts once more, before positioning himself in between her legs. Sitting on his knees, he pulled her until her knees were sitting on his shoulders and her hot core was right in his face.
Licking his lips he said to her, \"You sure you can make it five days?\"
The only answer he got was a loud moan from Hermione when he ran his tongue between her folds. He held her around the waist as his mouth continued to torment her. She was dripping wet and he loved it. His tongue dipped in and out of her center before running the length to the sensitive nub, which was practically pulsing. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled a bit. She moaned and he left the quivering nub alone, not wanting to bring her to an orgasm just yet.
Bringing his hand around, he slipped a finger inside her, pumping it slowly. He added another finger and began licking her once more. The combination of his fingers and tongue had her twitching, her hands fisting the rug beneath her. Still pumping his fingers in and out of her, his mouth traveled back up to her clit and he licked it, his nose rubbing into the patch of curls at the top of her womanhood. She was squirming on the ground and he grinned when her legs began to shake. Just when he knew she would come, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of her slowly and setting her legs back down on the ground.
\"Draco?\" she whimpered.
\"What do you need luv?\" he asked sweetly.
\"You. I need you, please.\"
\"I thought you said you could make it five days,\" he said
\"Draco! NOW!\"
\"But then you\'ll lose your bet.\"
Hermione growled and pushed him over and after pulling his pants and boxers, off, she straddled him. Finding him hard and ready for her, she positioned herself over him and impaled herself on him quickly.
\"Merlin,\" he groaned as her warmth engulfed him.
\"Yesssss\" she hissed.
Draco held her hips as she rode him, loving the way her tits bounced with each thrust. He felt himself get harder inside of her when she took them in her own hands and began groping herself. He loved it when she played with her breasts, and she knew it, doing it often to please him. She bent down and began kissing his neck, leaving wet trails from his ear to his collarbone. His hands roamed over her back, down to her ass and slapped it once. She arched her back and grabbed hold of his thighs for leverage, bouncing on him at a different angle.
\"Mmmmm. Baby.\" She whispered.
He sat up and held her closer to him, making her moan. He growled and began nipping her on her neck. Merlin, he would never tire of this, he loved the way he fit so perfectly inside her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to meet his for a kiss. He was positive that she could taste herself on his tongue but didn\'t care and it seemed like she didn\'t either because she was kissing him like she never had before.
He flipped them over on the rug, pounding into her harder. His hands found her breasts again and he palmed them, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She raked her nails down his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist trying to get him in deeper, meeting his every thrust. Her moaning grew louder and he knew she would be coming soon. Speeding up his thrusts, he reached between them and ran his finger lightly over her clit. She began shaking and calling out his name. Her muscles clamping around him sent him over the edge with her.
He collapsed on top of her, panting. Her legs were still wrapped around his midsection and she hugged him close, whispering his name over and over. When he had the strength to move, he laid with his back on the rug and pulled her next to him. They laid there together on the floor in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room being the crackling fire and their deep breathing. Finally, Hermione lifted her head to give him a kiss.
\"So?\" she asked.
\"So, what?\" he said, absently playing with a strand of her hair.
\"You won the bet, I\'ll do anything you ask. So what is it?\"
He smiled at her, \"Marry me.\"
The End.