When in Rome

Author's Notes: So I wrote this really cheesy vampire D/Hr fanfic a looong time ago. I was reading it and laughing about it's ridiculousness, but the UST between the two was undeniable. So, I decided to make something out of it.

This is a little experiment. I'm hoping to finish it, but there are no gaurantees. The title is lame, but um...when in Rome, do as the Romans do....when in the bedroom, do the bedroom business...? I don't know. :/

We might be in Draco's POV for the whole thing; not sure yet.

THIS IS CHEESY! YOU ARE WARNED.

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When in Rome

A D/Hr fic

by lordoberon

Part One

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Draco's POV
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He walked out of the Great Hall, and made sure to walk directly behind her. She was busy talking, but he bumped her bag hard as he passed, pushing her forward to clunk her chin against the goblet. It raised uproar, of course, and Weasley threw a fit, but it got the point across: follow me.

A few minutes later and they met in Myrtle’s bathroom. He chased off the ghost in seconds and leant back against a sink. She came around the corner, brushing the last pumpkin juice from her brow. Laughing a little but then frowning, Hermione said, “You hit me awfully hard.”

Draco was about to say something back, but suddenly he reeled. The world was spinning on its axis. Everything was fading away…he felt sick. He fell to the floor, sitting hard, and Hermione rushed to his side. Asking no questions, she simply sat herself in his lap, saying firmly, “You need me. Don’t starve to death. Take it.”

He was breathing heavily and he wasn’t sure he could last more than a few more seconds conscious, but he turned his head away. “No.”

She gripped his shoulders hard, and shook him. “Damnit Draco, don’t do this! Don’t do this just to be nice! I don’t care what Ginny said, whatever conflict you have, we need you alive here. I’m tired of seeing you ill. Just drink.”

“How…how did you know about…W, Weasley…?”

“We talked about it. Now -”

She put her hand on his neck, and pushed his head so his lips touched her neck. He was surprised to see the skin not mottled and bruised after so much abuse. Even just touching her skin there made him feel a little better. But she pushed harder, saying, demanding, “Drink.”

Slowly, he opened his mouth over the neck. He could feel himself get excited at the sensation, his breath getting ragged, and his throat dry. He was so thirsty. Finally, he put his teeth in the skin and drank. The blood was lovely and hot, wet, gushing…oh, god, could he ever stop? He didn’t think he ever could. It tasted so sweet. His mouth was full of it. His body was at the alert; he was physically and mentally aroused at the taste of her. A low moan came from his mouth, but then he pulled away.

He licked the droplets away, and cleaned up the wound. Leaning his head back against a sink, he moaned softly. That had felt SO good. Hermione looked at him, and even though this had happened so many times, her expression was different. If anything, she looked a little…frightened. Curious. He could see that familiar sparkle of “tell me something” in her eyes.

But Draco stayed silent. He couldn’t describe to her how sensual it was to bite her. Could she feel the tension in his muscles? He thought if she sat in his lap any longer he might grow hard. He didn’t want her to know that, so he pushed her off.

Standing up, he said shortly, “I have to go.”

Hermione stood up, too. “Wait. Why? Why are you leaving me?”

Draco shook his head. “I should probably rest.” It was a lie. He felt SO energized now!

Hermione swayed. Draco caught her as she fell, and as her eyes fluttered to try and stay open, he smirked. “No, YOU need rest. Come.”

She lifted her leg and allowed him to carry her in his arms. Surreptitiously, the long way, through shortcuts and up and down stairs, they eventually reached the dungeons. He muttered the password and cut up the stairs, and slid into his room.

She looked beautiful lying there on the bed, and it was all he could do to resist not lying down beside her. But Draco restrained himself, and instead went to take a shower. When he returned, it was to find the girl still sleeping. She was exhausted. Dinner was still going on, but her friends probably assumed she was in the library.

He changed with her there, right there, and it made his skin crawl and goose pimple to know she was there. But she was asleep. He watched her. Then he turned, sweeping back a lock of his hair as he looked in the mirror. He buckled the belt over his trousers and reached for his shirt, but it was gone.

“What?”

She was there on the bed, laughing a little, the shirt in her hands. Smiling, she sat up, saying, “Let me look at you.” He stood with his arms folded, rolling his eyes as the girl’s gaze roved over him. Then he sat down beside her. He lay back against the bed, saying gruffly, “You thief.”

It didn’t really matter. He didn’t care. He loved the way her eyes looked over him with lust. Greedily. Curiously. He flinched in surprise as suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, brushing the skin. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to seem unaffected, as those fingers brushed down over his collarbone. But then a surprised grunt came as her fingers trailed more over his chest, pressing against his muscles and gently rubbing over a nipple. He sighed softly, twisting away, and leaned back up against a bed column.

“Hermione…what are you doing?”

A red flush came to her cheeks, and he followed its path down to her breasts. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of them pressed up against her shirt. She looked so embarrassed. But then she saw the look in his eyes, the one that meant he had indulged his lust. Smirking impishly, she moved forward to lean into him. He moaned as the girl kissed his neck, her breasts flush against his chest. His fingers unheedingly went to wander over the cotton cloth, rubbing over the nubs of hard nipples.

A soft sigh came from her lips, but she didn’t protest. His head was thrown back as her lips kissed his neck, ravaging the soft skin. One hand of his went down to her waist, feeling the bone of the hip, while his other rubbed around that nipple frenziedly.

He lifted her up and laid her back against the bed. Straddling her waist, he leaned down to kiss her on the lips, even as his fingers worked to unbutton that blouse. She protested a little, but not enough to make him stop. He became distracted, pulling away from her mouth, as the blouse slid away. Those breasts wanted to spill from her bra, heaving in her lack of breath. Tenderly he laid his fingers over them, moaning to touch that soft skin. She let him, surprisingly, a high pitched sound coming from her throat as he cupped them.

Suddenly her breath got faster in her throat though, and she sounded scared, as he lowered his lips down. The first kiss was tentative, slow. His eyes widened as her legs clenched at his waist, dangerously close to his crotch, dangerously trying to pull him over the edge…

“Hermione!” He groaned and sunk down against her body, allowing his weight to fall over her, his hands moving to clutch in the dark curls of her hair. He gasped against her, breath harsh and fast. Her body felt so good against him. It was soft and plump and luscious. He almost wanted to bite her again, just for the high that it gave him.

Her gentle hand was stroking his hair, murmuring softly. Did she know what her voice alone did to him? Her soft murmurings made him even more aroused. Draco quickly rolled off of her, pulling away.

He refused to look at her as she scooted up behind him. Suddenly she was moving around him to stand in front of him, and she pushed him back to lie on the bed. He laughed as she clambered over his body, but then stopped laughing when she actually sat upon him. Surely she could feel the pulsing heat of his lust for her, beyond that skirt she wore.

She leant down, and gently, with shaking hands, placed his hands back where they had been, cupping her breasts. “Draco…don’t be afraid. I do want this. I do want you.”

That was enough affirmation for him. He pulled her down against him, and as her hands lay shaking on his chest, he slowly ran his tongue down from her collarbone. She gasped as his tongue wetted her soft flesh. He groaned as he kissed her breasts, over and over, unable to get enough of their soft fullness. Then his mouth went over a nipple, his tongue licking at it through the thin cloth of her bra.

“Mmm…” It was a different kind of feast he was having now, feasting on her body. He slid his hands slowly down her back, trying to soothe her. He put his hands over hers on his chest and rubbed the knuckles softly, as if rubbing the anxiety away. She smiled at his gentle touch and then leaned to kiss him again.

Then suddenly she was kissing him, kissing down his chest, tonguing nipples and following the trail of blonde hair to his belt, where she lifted up her head. Draco was panting, but looked at her.

He smiled as he saw her smirk and realized she had not stopped out of hesitance. “You damn brave Gryffindors,” he said.

She laughed, and the sound was like bells pleasantly tinkling against his ears.

Draco shut his eyes tight as Hermione’s fingers trailed over his belt, back and forth over the dark leather. He could feel her hands trembling, and chuckled low in his throat when he felt her wipe clammy hands against her skirt.

“Here, let me help you,” he offered. His hands gently pushed hers aside, and he watched her as she watched him. Slowly, with familiarity, his fingers unbuckled the belt and slid it through the loops. It was breathtaking to watch Hermione as she watched him. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she held a hand to her chest, as if to quell her fears and slow her fluttering heart. He could hear it thumping inside of her, and feel the sweat on her thighs over him…it made him harder to think of those soft, tender thighs, quaking over him. Her eyes were wide, taking in every detail, as he thumbed the button undone.

She moved aside to sit next to him as his hands slid the zipper down. He lay back against the bed, closing his eyes. It felt good to have less pressure over his aching arousal, but just having her next to him was driving him mad! His eyes snaked over her body as she leant over him.

With tender attention, Hermione kissed him. She made her kisses slow and this made Draco unable to hold back his moans. Her kisses were sloppy and imperfect, wet and hot, but he liked them. Her trembling fingers touched over his nipples with curiosity, and her tongue followed. Draco’s cock pulsed in response to the girl’s low moan as she suckled his hard nipples.

“Hermione…” he said hoarsely, “I think…maybe we should stop.”

“Why?” She didn’t even stop, just paused for that breath and then moved to his right nipple.

Why, indeed? He forgot why, for a moment, as she laid her body over his. He could feel those soft breasts against him, and even more important was the wetted soft texture of her panties against his throbbing arousal. For a moment he basked in the shudders of pleasure that whirled through him at that simple touch. Were it anyone but Hermione, he could not bear this much self-restraint. It was like trying to stuff a lion back into its cage.

“We…we should stop because, if we continue,” he explained, gently pushing her body off of his, “I won’t be able to stop myself from anything. Anything,” he carefully intoned, staring into her eyes with great seriousness.

As much as Draco wanted her, he would hate to hurt her as immensely as taking her virginity from her would do. He had already hurt her by having her be the blood Donor from which he drank his sustenance.

Hermione sat back against the headboard, and Draco sighed in remorse. One part of him said, he had just pushed away an amazingly fulfilling opportunity. Another part of him said, it was good of him to not only think of himself. He expected to see her redressing herself at any moment.

Instead though, ever a surprise to Draco, Hermione did the opposite. Smiling, she said gently, “Draco….come, look at me. Yes. Draco, I love you. I’ve been wanting you. Wanting you is not new to me. But….fulfilling the want, in this way, is new to me. I still want you though, Draco. And if I go for too long like this, I’ll become…agitated. So even though I’m scared, I want to do this. Right now, before I reach the point of agitation. Plus, I see your agitation,” and at this he opened his mouth to protest, but she put two fingers against his lips to stop him, “And I am amazed and proud of your restraint. I know I couldn’t be the same, if I were you. So, please…” Her eyelashes lowered, and then she looked up at him with so much tenderness “Let me want you and love you for my own?”

“Hermione…” Draco stared at her, and felt like a coward, all of a sudden. Maybe, just maybe, for this sweet girl, he could resist feeding all of his desires, and only go some part of the way. If anyone deserved it, it was her.

“Who knew this studious Gryffindor was so romantic,” he murmured. And then he was leaning towards her and kissing her gently. She laughed as he sprinkled kisses across her face, and a contented sigh came from her when he put his arms around her.

Then Draco sat back against the headboard, too, and closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

He opened them, gasping, when he felt Hermione’s fingers brush beneath his navel. Her gaze was on him for a moment, and then dropped down to slowly linger on him, on his chest, on where her fingers brushed into the dip of his navel, and then, with a blush on her cheeks, further south. Draco smirked as his girlfriend’s eyes widened. But she didn’t look away. Hermione was ever a curious person. She bravely looked on him, even though her cheeks flushed to see his trousers undone, and the evident sign of his pleasure.

A moan wrested from Draco as Hermione’s fingers trailed up his torso. Those fingers trembled, and her breath was ragged. He couldn’t help but look at her breasts as they shook in her bra. Her fingers touched him gently, everywhere, down his arms to brush her thumbs over his knuckles, across his belly, sweeping over his shoulders and finally resting over his heart.

“Are you okay?”

They asked each other at the same time, laughing.

“Ladies first,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Of course I am. I feel safe,” she reassured him. “Nervous, a bit clueless, but safe.”

“And how does this young lady cope,” Draco smirked, “with a clueless feeling she is so unaccustomed to?”

“Draco, don’t avoid my question. How are YOU doing? Are you okay?”

He gulped, and she saw, and smirked. “The truth, Draco.”

“I…I’m going crazy. But, don’t worry about me. I like to ease you into it gently, and no one ever held anything against foreplay.” Except maybe me, he didn’t say.

“Good,” she breathed, and he made sure to smile with her. Then he asked, “Your answer to my question? How does the young lady cope with feeling clueless?”

Hermione giggled at the assumed air. “Well….she’s hoping for some good lessons from an experienced teacher.”

Draco’s eyes widened at her braveness, and then he laughed loudly. “Well, well! Her forwardness revealed! The young maiden need not be afraid,” he was still chuckling, “of being eaten by the monster. Though, mayhap, he may dare to take a bite…”

Now Draco licked his lips, for this sort of word game with her only made desire burn more fervently in him. He positively ached at what ‘lessons’ he could teach such an eager student…mmm…Her breasts were so succulent in front of him. It was making him salivate.

She squeaked as his hands touched her there, cupping the soft flesh with long fingers. Then, with one hand he reached down and, putting it on the back of her thigh, pushed her forward to sit atop him, with her wet panties slick over his belly. She squirmed and he moved his hand to her temple, shushing her softly.

Hermione’s breath was ragged as Draco kissed down her neck, over the collarbone. A little moan when he edged his tongue between the soft mounds of flesh ushered him on. With light touches he slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders, and with her nod of consent, undid the clasp behind.

The girl had a full figure. Draco took in her breasts with wide, open eyes. They shook with her body, heaving as she gasped for breath. He had never realized how finely shaped she was before. Her nipples were pink and hard, and when he touched them with gentle fingertips, she whispered his name.

He wanted to taste her. He had tasted her blood, now he wanted to taste her body. Draco massaged her large breasts, took them in his hands and kneaded them, cupped the full underside, pressed his fingers over every inch. Then his mouth snuck in as she threw back her head. He let her put her hands on his head and grasp his hair tight.

When his tongue lapped over a hard nipple, she whimpered loudly, and Draco felt his cock twitch in response. She squirmed in his arms and he began to suckle, and when he suckled harder she rocked back and forth, moaning. He could feel the sweet wet of her juices against the skin of his stomach, and was tempted to dip his fingers down there and touch her wetness. Not yet, he told himself. She’s not ready yet.

Hermione made no protest as Draco gently rolled her over on the bed to lie beneath him. Somehow her urge to move persisted as he suckled first one nipple, then the other, back and forth. She dug her nails into his back and he loved it, the fierceness of her. And her body wanted to move, an interesting reaction. She thrust her hips up against his, and Draco almost lost his control, to have her wet heat so close to him, pressing right up against the head of his cock.

“Hermione,” he gasped, “You are so beautiful,” and he sat up and stared at her. She looked up at him, and her eyes seemed to him tinged a little golden in lust, and she licked her lips.

The long curling mass of her hair surrounded Hermione’s head in a halo. Her lips were swollen from kisses and her face was flushed. She panted, and her hands held onto Draco’s wrists very tightly, but it didn’t hurt him. When he leant down over her again she put her hands on him, driving him to the brink of control with her touches down his torso.

Draco couldn’t stop himself anymore. With her body so close, he couldn’t help but grind against her, pressing his hard cock into the wet cotton of her panties. His fingers dipped beneath her skirt and he brushed a little beneath her panties, stroking the soft wet lips around her opening.

“D-Draco,” she whispered, and he could tell she was both embarrassed and pleased. She bent her knees up and pushed against him, and he couldn’t hold back a groan of need.

“Hermione…now would be the time to stop, unless,” and here even under the stress of his need he managed a smile, “you want me to see you naked.”

For a moment she just stared up at him, and then she said shyly, “Draco, if we stopped now, I’d have to spend the evening hiding behind my bed curtains trying to fulfill myself.”

Just the sound of those words from her made Draco have to catch his breath. He imagined her hiding beneath the heavy blaring red of Gryffindor bed curtains, her fingers thrusting hard into herself beneath a pair of soaking wet panties…Merlin!

And then, to make his mind even crazier, she took his hand and put it on her left side, right over the button of her skirt.

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