Dream

Dream
Chapter One

If he only knew what his kisses did to her.
She shuddered as he deepened his kiss. He had a way of making a kiss more than a kiss, making it into a state of mind.
His hands slid slowly from her hips to caress her bottom in a passionate manor that would normally have made her blush. It was as if he knew all of the intimate places she had on her body.
She gasped as his hands had their way with her. It was miraculous. She knew that if he stopped, she would be nothing.
He stopped.
She moaned with displeasure, until he began to slowly undress her.
Her blouse was the first to go. Button by button, he seemed to prolong the pleasure that was promised to the both of them.
As soon as the blouse disappeared, so did her bra as he murmured contently cupping her breasts. He enjoyed the size of them as they filled his hands like a ripe fruit.
She closed her eyes and moaned as he began a gentle exploration of her chest. Her moans became gasps of passion as he began to suck from her breasts as a newborn child.
Using his hands, fingers, and mouth, he brought her to the brink of something she had never felt before now.
Soon, she couldn’t stand the fabric that came between them. In a somewhat undignified manor, she ripped and clawed at his shirt until he obliged her and took it off.
She basked in the perfection of his chest. Smooth and flawless, it glistened with the intenseness of their love. She adored the light smattering of pale blonde hair that led in a path down to the waist of his trousers.
He gave up on his exploration of her breasts, and began inching his hands lower to the band of her jeans. To ease his journey, she unbuttoned them and she shimmied out of them as quickly as possible.
He smirked in male appreciation as he saw the excitement he was causing to her body. She was already glistening in anticipation for the event to come.
She gasped as she felt his breath there, hot on her exposed body.
Then, her mind left her as he began to taste her with a ferocity she had never experienced before.
Pulling her quickly up to his mouth, he began to kiss her senseless. It was the first time that she had tasted herself, and with his intense flavor mixed in, she began to wonder what he would taste like.
They both seemed to growl as his hands exposed and possessed her, wandering and caressing her tight brown curls.
He could not wait. Throwing her onto the bed, he spread her legs and filled her with his cock in one urgent moment. Pain was replaced with a feeling of completeness she had never felt before. This was perfection. He fit her just as she enveloped him in all the right ways.
Then, he moved. Who knew that bliss could be so easily found in his embrace? She was whimpering as he quickened his pace. He brought her to the brink, and then slowed to a crawl to bring her back down.
This was torture. Exquisite torture.
Unable to take anymore of his ridiculously slow movements, she turned and straddled him, so she would be able to set the pace. He wasn’t going fast enough to suit her needs, all the while enjoying the pleasure he was causing her. Bouncing up and down, she delighted in the gasps that he was making. That meant that she was hitting him in all the right spot, just as he was doing to her .
Suddenly she felt the ground leave from beneath her feet.
She stiffened as her climax swept through her. She screamed his name as she came…”DRACO!”


“Hermione. Hermione! You were having another one of those dreams again.” Ginny said as she woke up an exhausted Hermione.

Ginny Weasley, the youngest of the Weasley brood, became Hermione Granger’s roommate as soon as she finished her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione didn’t mind it much, it was friendly company, and a massive help around the small apartment that they both shared. Ginny had a job helping her father in the department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, while attending University whenever she could. However, her studies and job were taking a back seat to the romance that she shared with Hermione’s fellow classmate, Neville Longbottom.

She was a good roommate, despite the attitude she sometimes exhibited. Maybe it was the red hair? Who knows?

Hermione used her talents as former Head Girl of Hogwarts to land a job as a potions breaker for the Ministry’s Defense Department about three years ago, after she finished her studies at the University. She loved her job, but after the night’s rather startling dream, she knew that work would be a chore today. Not that the job wasn’t a walk in the park without the disturbing dream following her about all day.

She also knew that she would probably see him. They had crossed paths here and there since she began at the Ministry. He apparently was doing well for himself, even managing to gain the same position as his father once held. But, he had the rotten talent of catching her when she wasn’t at her best.

Last time, if memory serves, he caught her with dragonfly eggs in her hair and mandrake juice smearing the new white work robe she had just purchased. She felt as if she could never win.

These pesky dreams began while she was still a student of Hogwarts, and the major subject was Draco Malfoy. They were always the same. Filled with feelings of love and lust, she would give herself to him every night, and always wake as soon as she came, with a feeling of restlessness that never quite went away.

They were in the same year, but in different houses. She was in Gryffindor while he was in Slytherin.

When they first met, he was a bit of a runt, but as their school years drew to a close, he grew into his body and features. By the time they graduated, he could be described in one word…SEXY.
Pale blonde hair capped off a face filled with aristocratic features that made him seem as if he was always looking down on whomever he was talking to. His grey eyes, such an unusual color, sometimes flashed blue with emotion when he was angry or malicious (the only two emotions he appeared to show to her).

But the one feature of his that seemed to draw her like a moth to a flame were his hands. They were somewhat feminine, but they had a strength to them that made her long to be touched by them. To feel their strength in a delicate caress.

They couldn’t be any more different than night and day, however. He was a sneaky git with a knack for finding anything that could get a Gryffindor to lose house points, especially the golden trio of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and her. She often wondered if he did it on purpose or if it just came naturally to him.

She was the top witch that had passed through the halls of Hogwarts in at least 20 years, and a self-professed goodie-goodie. She always made top grades in all of her classes, even potions. Professor Severus Snape, Potion Master of Hogwarts, begrudgingly gave her the grade she deserved after a meeting with Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster. He apparently wanted to fail her, for reasons still unknown to her.

She shrugged her shoulders and asked Ginny “Have you put the kettle on yet?” “No” was the normal answer she received, which wasn’t the one she was looking for. She quietly got up and started the pot for tea before jumping into the shower. She had to be ready for anything as she silently hoped that the dream was not some sort of premonition, because seeing him was the last thing she needed.