Watching

Stepping out of the enormous bathtub in the shared bathroom of her head’s quarters, Hermione breathed a small sigh of contentment. All around her, lavender and vanilla scented candles filled the air with their pleasant aroma and brought a soft glow to the darkened bathroom. Drying herself off with a large fluffy white towel, Hermione reached for the bottle of lotion on her side of the sink. Rubbing the lightly scented moisturizer all over her body gave her a relaxed pleasure. She treated herself to a bubble bath at eleven’ o’clock every Friday night because the head boy was hardly ever in their rooms at that time and if he was, he never came in the bathroom.

Rubbing the floral scented lotion over her hips, thighs and calves, she practically moaned in relaxation. It was her favorite lotion and her mother had sent her an extra bottle in her latest care package from home, along with the scented candles. Squeezing more lotion into her palm, Hermione ran it over her naked belly and breasts before attending to her arms. As she rubbed the lotion over her body, she studied herself in the mirror. She had large, high, firm breasts that didn’t sag despite their weight and they were perfectly rounded. They were what she liked best about her physical attributes next to her warm honey eyes. . Her assessing gaze followed her hands down her body as they smoothed in every bit of the lotion. Her breasts were followed by a tapered rib cage, and a large indent at her waist which drew attention to what she felt were too-large hips. Her thighs, while having good skin and no cellulite were too rounded for her liking. However, whenever she wore shoes with a bit of a heel, her legs looked fantastic.

She slipped into her white silk night gown. It reached her mid thigh and had thin straps at the top and the thin, wispy material moved over her skin in a soft caress. She took her long curls out of the twist they were in and began to brush them out. Spraying on a light detangler, she watched in the mirror as her brush made its way through her wavy hair. She no longer had the bushy hair of her youth, but it still had soft, thick curls that made their way down her back and gave her the look of one of the fey when paired with her large doe-eyes, pert little nose and full, ruby red lips.

Suddenly she thought she saw a movement in the shadows between the bath tub and shower stall. When she turned around, however, she saw nothing so she returned to brushing her hair. The heat from the bathtub had made it especially unruly, so she decided to put one more spritz of the detangler on her hair before going to bed. She reached for bottle of fruity scented product and instead of closing her hand around cold plastic, she felt warm skin. Gasping and turning to the side, she saw a drunk and rumpled Draco Malfoy holding onto the bottle.

“I always wondered what made you smell so good. Now I know,” he said in a husky voice as he looked first at the various bottles on the counter and then back at her.

Hermione didn’t want to admit it, but she found him incredibly attractive at the moment. His hair was in disarray and his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of what it would be like to run her fingers through his hair and have him run his large hands over her body. She had to rub her thighs together to prevent the liquid from running down them and it was then that she realized that not only was she alone in an almost transparent night gown with no knickers on with Draco Malfoy, but she also had no clue how much he’d seen.

Blushing, she asked, “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough. You never even noticed the door to my room open when you were adjusting the temperature of the water.” His grey eyes were clouded with lust and he took a step towards her, cupping his hand around the back of her neck. His chest was touching her sensitive nipples through her night gown, but she held her ground. The fact that he was bare foot helped to lessen her intimidation because his 6’2 frame didn’t seem to tower as much over her tiny 5’3. He traced his thumb along her jaw line and leaned in to breath in the heavy aroma of lavender and vanilla.

“What are you doing?” Hermione fought to keep her voice steady. She refused to back away from him, even as he began to trail soft kisses along her neck.

“What I’ve wanted to do since third year: touch you,” he groaned as his other arm curled around her waist and brought her flush against his body and very evident arousal.

Maybe it was the warmth from the bath that made her head light, or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had any sexual contact since she and Ron had broken up seven months ago, or maybe she even felt sorry for the younger Malfoy whose life had been very lonely since the downfall of Voldemort and his father imprisoned, but whatever it was, it made her turn her face up to his and press her soft lips against his. He quickly responded, moving his mouth over hers, biting her lower lip just hard enough for her to open up to him and his possessive claiming of her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth and she allowed it, bringing her arms up to his neck. The arm that had been around her waist moved cautiously up to her breast. He cupped it with his palm, drawing lazy circles with his thumb that had her arching towards him. He slid one of her thing straps down her arm, exposing the rosy tip to his view. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked and lathed his tongue over the sensitive pink skin and she cradled his head to her.

“Malfoy,” she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. He backed her up against the wall next to the bath tub and shoved his knee between her thighs. When her legs parted for him, the side of her ankle hit the cold metal flask lying empty on the floor. He'd been drinking as he watched her bathe and this made her blush, even though she felt some arousal and pride at being so desirable to him. His fingertips traced a slow tortuous path up her inner thigh until he found the damp slit he was looking for.

Parting her slick folds, he found her clit and began to lazily thumb it, paying close attention to what made her buck her hips forwards. “Say my name,” he whispered, his grey eyes boring into hers, “Say my first name.” He slid his middle finger into her tight opening, testing the muscles. When he slid the second finger in, she broke.

“D-Draco,” she moaned as he once again began suckling her breast as his fingers pumped in and out of her, every so often hitting the thin piece of skin that was the barrier of her virginity.

Hermione’s head was clouded with lust, so when Draco slipped her nightgown down her body and took off his shirt, she barely noticed. She didn’t object when he urged her to her knees and then her back on the plush white rug of their bathroom floor. Laying his body on top hers he once again began an assault on her mouth, letting his hands roam freely over her body. His breathing was getting heavier and she reveled in the feminine power she held over him. She parted her legs and his hips took their place in the cradle of her thighs.

Suddenly, Draco sat up and began unbuckling his trousers. It took a few moments, but Hermione finally realized what he was about to do and she wasn’t sure if she should let him. When he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang into view, she sat up and stared in fright. It was almost the length of her forearm! There was no way he was going to fit. Noticing her reluctance, Draco frantically covered her body once again as she tried to scoot backwards.

He was kissing her neck again and Hermione could feel the monstrous thing pressing insistently at her entrance. “Draco, wait! Please, wait! It’s too big,” she pleaded and tried to close her legs, but it was too late, the head was already inside her.

“Sh, Hermione, just calm down. I’ll be so gentle, I promise,” he tried to soothe her, but the almost manic look in his eyes did nothing to calm her. Surging forwards, he took her innocence and forced her to take all of his length. Buried to the hilt inside her, he stopped and pulled her body closer to him. He kissed her again and she allowed it, but didn’t kiss him back, tasting the sweetness of firewhiskey on his tongue. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she once again tried to maneuver out from under him.

Grabbing her hips with his large hands, he held her still for his invasion. Pulling back slightly, he surged forwards and Hermione could feel every single nuance of his cock inside her tight sheath. Draco was buried so deeply inside her, she was sure he would never be able to get out. He kissed her temple and wiped away her tears as he tried to soothe her. “Just relax, love. I promise it gets better.”

“It hurts so badly!” He was pinning her down with his weight and sucking at the juncture of her neck, intending to leave his mark that she was now taken, she was his. He continued his thrusting and murmured endearments to her, telling her that it was okay, that she was his good girl and that he would take care of her. She tried to do as he commanded and relax. Her body was already responsive from his earlier ministrations and ready for mating, despite her mental reluctance. She could feel the wetness on her thighs and knew that not all of it was her blood. Trying to relax, she closed her eyes and loosened her muscles and found that despite the tight fit, it was actually almost pleasurable to have something that large inside her body.

Suddenly he shuddered above her and she felt a warmth spread inside her womb before he collapsed on her, sweating and sated. She could feel his manhood softening, but he didn’t withdraw it from her. He looked up into her eyes and Hermione saw a mixture of regret and triumph in his eyes. Without a word, he swiftly stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Settling them on the bed, he reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out two vials of potion. Hermione was still reeling from what she had just experienced, but she came out of her stupor long enough to start pushing him away.

“Get off me! What did you think you were doing?” She struggled under him until Draco finally pulled out his wand and muttering a spell, made her entire body go limp. She watched with wide eyes as he spread her legs and pointed his wand at her center, healing the tiny tears in her channel. Then he came up above her and poured one of the potions down her throat before drinking the other himself. A pleasant, hazy warmth spread through Hermione and as she looked at Draco and felt the bind wear off, all her body wanted to do was repeat the performance of what had taken place in the bathroom. She recognized the potion as one that Slytherins often used at parties to make girls more amenable to male advances.

“What did you give me?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry, love, but I had to take you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait, but this time will be much better, I promise.” He bent down and kissed her on the lips. “You’re so hot and wet and tight and you’re going to be all mine.” He was already hard and lengthening just from looking at her.

“What makes you think I’d even consider staying with you?” Hermione fought hard against what his fingers were doing to her body, but the potion was doing it’s job and she arched into his exploring touch.

“You’ll stay with me because you want this too. I know you do. I didn’t even have to drug you to get you wet and wanting me. You were completely willing and you never said ‘no’, just ‘wait’. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, but I had to have you, I’d been waiting so long.” As he spoke, he kissed and nibbled down her ribcage while his hands played with dewy dampness at the juncture of her thighs. Finally he took his place between her thighs and staring into her eyes with determination, his large manhood once again pushed into her folds. Giving a long sigh, he sank into the welcome warmth of her body.

Reacting to both the natural sexual chemistry between them and the potion, Hermione moved her hips and Draco groaned. This was definitely worth the pain she had gone through the first time. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and felt him grin into her neck. She once again lost herself in the sensations of lust as they coupled in the middle of his large bed, riding out orgasm after orgasm.

They made love several times that night and as Hermione drifted off to sleep, exhausted, she turned to Draco and said, “This still doesn’t mean that I’ll stay with you. This doesn't mean that I'm yours.”

Smirking, Draco drew the covers up over them both and pulled her to him. “Yes it does. I added a fertility potion to what you drank. Right now, my baby is growing inside you.” With that, Draco fell asleep, confident that his days of waiting and wanting were over.