The Kiss of Seduction

This is an expanded scene not in CoL--- has nothing to do with CoL (Circle of Love). Just a friend asked me to expand it for fun. My first try at lemons. LOL, please review and tell me how bad I did.

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Draco knocked softly on the door and waited.

“Granger, open the door.” He said impatiently as a few minutes passed. He grasped the knob, and it turned. He walked in and kept his eye out for an odd hex depending on the mood she was in. Draco saw Albus's portrait nod at him approvingly as he set the tray on a small end table.

“Granger, thought you might like some of those cookies from the other night.” Draco said to the silent girl on the couch.

“Go away...” Hermione finally mumbled as she wiped her sleeve across her face.

Draco looked at the portrait again, Albus's eyes twinkling over his half moon glasses at him. Help me! He mouthed to the Headmaster who only winked at him as he popped a yellow painted candy into his mouth before disappearing from the painting. Damn! Damn! Damn! Draco thought in frustration.

“Drink some of the juice, nibble on a cookie and I'll leave you alone.” Draco said as he advanced towards the couch, a cookie and a glass in hand to offer her. Really should have let Professor Lupin do this. He sighed in reflection.

“Malfoy, I said go away!” Hermione exclaimed angrily as she knocked the offered cookie from his hand. “A cookie is not going to bring Ron back! A cookie is not going to bring my parents walking through that door!” Her face fell into her hands as a fresh burst of crying racked her body.

How little she knew. Draco thought as he felt helpless in the sight of her. He placed the juice back on the tray, the cookie crunched under his foot reproachfully as he stepped closer to the mourning girl.

“Hermione,” Draco said quietly as he placed a warm hand on the side of her face. “Hermione,” He repeated.

Hermione looked up, tears rolling down her face and her eyes glistening from the unshed ones.

“What did you just say?”

“Her-my-o-nay,” Draco said, the syllables coming slowly from his lips as he pulled the girl into his arms and held her. He sighed as her face snuggled into his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him.

“Why?” Draco could hear her muffled cry as her tears soaked his shirt and he ran his hands across her back soothingly. He almost gasped as she pulled slightly away to look at his face.

“Why?” Hermione asked again.

“Tonight, I am not Malfoy. I am not the school bully, or the ferret. I am just Draco.” He grazed the side of her face his hand, wiping away a stray tear.

“Draco?”

“Draco,” He said firmly as he pulled her face closer and kissed her, tasting the bittersweetness of her tears. A low growl emitted from his throat as he felt her kissing him back, a jolt of magical electricity passed through them as the kiss deepened. Draco felt his knees weaken as he collapsed on the couch pulling her with him into his lap.

He breathed in deeply as he layered kiss upon kiss softly on her face; he groaned as she pulled his lips back to hers, and sighed as their tongues entwined. Hermione shifted her arse on his lap and he grabbed her hips.

“Don't do that...” Draco mumbled against her lips as he let out a groan of pleasure. His fingers dug into her hips as she laughed softly and moved again. “Minx...” He breathed out as their kiss deepened once more.

“Draco...” He heard her repeat as he felt her hands touch the sides of his face, holding his lips to hers.

“Her-my-oh-my-gods!” Draco uttered as her hands drifted down to toy with the top button of his shirt. He almost grabbed her hand as she undid the buttons slowly, one by one. He felt her fingertips trace a pattern on his now exposed chest. The heat from her breath tickled as she followed her trail down his chest with her lips. He groaned and felt his cock pulse as her tongue drew a lazy circle around his nipple.

“Merlin,” Draco whispered. “Push me away!” He pulled his shirt off as he laid back onto the sofa, denying his own words. His arms went around the very willing witch as Hermione licked her way back up his chest to his lips, devouring him as she ground her pelvis into his. “Fuck,” He said as his hands ripped open her shirt and buttons flew across the room.

“That's the plan,” Hermione answered as she tangled her tongue with his. Arching her back as his his hands molded around breasts, she gasped in pleasure as he pulled her closer to suckle her nipple through her bra.

Draco pulled her close and buried his face into her neck. “Hermione, this is what you want?” Her breasts like heaven against the warmth of his chest as he fumbled behind to unhook her bra with hurried hands. Dammit He thought as she pulled away for a brief moment to remove it herself.

Her breast sprang free, just the right size for his hands as he palmed them, his thumbs rubbing her nipples into small beads. He gently laved one then the other with his tongue before drawing them into his mouth to suckle. He heard her low moan and he chuckles, his warm breath making her panties moist from excitement.

He pulled back again, taking her chin with a gentle hand. “Is this what you really want? No going back soon, cause I don't think I can stop.” He asked her, his pale grey eyes searching her brown ones.

“Yes, I want this-- I want you.” Her hands boldly reached down for his zipper and undid it, reaffirming her words. He smirked as he drew her lips back down to his for a soul searing kiss. With smooth Slytherin moves he got his pants off without breaking off the kiss, leaving only his dark green boxers to hid his hard erection. Her hands gently molded around him and slide up in down in mock movements of what was to come.

“You are too dressed,” Draco said the words between kisses, his warm breath teasing her as his tongued grappled with hers. “Take them off,” His hands pulled at her waist. He made a moan of protest as she stood up, and then smirked when her pants dropped to the floor, revealing soft pink knickers to his sight. “Those also,” He said, taking his hands and tugging them down slowly. They fell to the floor, and he ran his hands up her soft legs meeting at the juncture between them. He gently touched the hair there, his fingers parting her nether lips. Her knees buckled and he drew back into his lap, positioning her so her knees where on the sides of his legs and her pelvis met the tent of his boxers.

Hermione's lips returned to Draco's, and his hands held her hips; grinding them into his. He rolled her over, and laid atop her. He kicked off his boxers impatiently, loving the feel of naked skin rubbing together sensuously. He ran his hand down her waist and sliding a finger into her entrance, gently pulling it in and out as she gasped in pleasure. His thumb rubbed at the spot outside.

“You're beautiful,” He said as he added another finger, her pleasure creating a moist passage for him. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” He whispered, and felt her trust as her legs wound around him and he gently guided his hard cock to the now wet entrance. Slowly but firmly pushed until he met a fiber of resistance. “You never?” He murmured. “You and--” He asked, her lips interrupting him as she boldly kissed and rocked her hips, causing him to move deeper into her, breaking forever the small barrier.

Draco lay still for a moment, kissing a tear from her eye. “Ready?” He asked, waiting for her to adjust.

“Yes,” She said, burying her head in his shoulder, biting him softly as he began to move, rocking gently till she grew accustomed to his fullness. Thrust for thrust her hips met his, following the rhythm as old as time.

Draco watched her face as she gasped out his name between moans of pleasure. Her head tilted back and her nails dug into his back. “Cum for me,” He growled out as their rocking increased and he went deeper into her. “Cum!” He commanded again, and felt the walls surrounding him tighten.

He rocked faster, as he felt himself edge closer to cuming. He repeated her name over and over as he felt himself burst inside her, throbbing his cum into her. Breathing harshly he rolled over and drew her on top of him, still connected.

Draco held Hermione close as their breathing slowed, running a hand up her back. He pulled the throw from over the top of the sofa and draped it over their cooling bodies.

“Draco,” He heard her mumble into his chest, her breath tickling his nipple softly.

“What?” He asked, kissing the top of her head.

“It's Her-mi-o-nee.” She said, falling asleep in his arms.

Draco wrapped his arms tighter around her, and fell asleep also.