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Her whispered words against his lips were the last thing Draco expected. But now that he had a taste, he was desperate for more. He would take whatever she would give, follow her wherever she asked. Whatever feelings he’d tried to push under the surface were now irrevocably out in the open.
He watched as Granger stepped to the mirror to fix her dress and check her hair. He tightened his tie and began to assess his situation as she turned to him and pulled her wand, casting a vanishing spell that took care of the mess in his pants. Feeling only slightly mortified, he let her take his hand and guide him out of the loo. Before he could worry about facing the smug look on Theo’s face, she pulled him in the opposite direction toward the floos.
She called out an address, pulling him along behind her, and moments later he found himself standing in a small, but cozy flat. Stepping through he slowly turned to take in his surroundings. The room was warmly lit with books lining the walls and stacked on tables, comfortable looking furniture strewn with blankets and multicolored pillows. The space felt quiet yet welcoming, despite the angry looking, orange creature curled up in the corner of the couch. He cautiously turned away from her familiar to find Hermione watching him. A mischievous look still lingered behind her eyes and he flushed as she toed off her shoes and walked towards him.
“Come on,” she said, reaching for him. Almost reflexively, his palm found hers, his feet following a step behind her own. In the quiet of the apartment he could hear his heart pounding.
They arrived at the threshold of her bedroom and he paused. The thrumming in his chest was so loud now he was sure she could hear it. Sensing his hesitation, she turned back to him, her warm eyes reassuring. A stillness consumed him as she peered back into him. Transported back into her steadiness, he allowed her to pull him into the room and seat him at the foot of her bed. The mattress sank beneath his weight and he leaned back onto his hands, gripping the duvet and fumbling for any remaining shred of composure.
She stepped toward him, planting herself in between his thighs and letting her hands fall onto his shoulders. In her bare feet she was shorter, but no less imposing. Her assuredness shone through her amber eyes, casting her shine onto him. It occurred to him that he felt stronger in this moment, under the warmth of her gaze than in all the years he sought out power and approval. Her’s was the only power that mattered and he would gladly fall to his knees.
“I’ve been looking too, you know,” her voice broke through his contemplation.
“You have?” He swallowed, throat suddenly dry. What had she seen that led them to this moment?
“I find I’m curious to know what’s under your impeccably pressed suits,” she mused, a small smile making its way to the corners of her eyes. “What happens when you’re not so buttoned up?”
He tensed as her hands began to undo his tie, loosening it away from his throat. She paused and caught his eye, waiting for him. Breathing deep, he closed his eyes and nodded. The knot loosed, and she slipped the tie from his neck. Her fingers trailed down, beginning to work the buttons of his shirt. Button after button, he struggled to keep his breath even. The warmth of her fingertips on his skin startled him and his eyes flew open to find her staring at his chest, lips slightly parted, her fingers tracing his scars. The look of desire he found there matched what was pounding in his chest and his grip on the duvet tightened.
Willfully he peeled his fingers back and cautiously reached out to touch her. His hands found the back of her thighs, his fingertips gently brushing up and down, lightly toying with the hem of her skirt and bravely dropping back down to touch the spot that he knew would replay in his fantasies for months, years to come.
He was painfully hard once again and if he hadn’t just made a fool of himself in a bathroom bar he would surely be in trouble again already. Their eyes found each other as she slid his shirt over his shoulders, and he stilled under her gaze; trained here, awaiting her next instructions.
“Take off your shoes.” Her voice was soft but a command nonetheless.
She stepped back as he unlaced the black dragonhide and slipped them off. Looking back up to her he found her waiting, eyes bright. “Now your pants.” He was surprised at how quickly his hands obeyed. His fingers found his belt and he shoved his pants to the floor, kicking them to the side with his shoes. He watched her gaze roam over his body, lingering at the bulge in his underwear. He felt exposed but no less aroused.
He sat entranced as she reached behind her to undo the zipper of her dress. Ever so slowly letting the fabric drop, revealing her shoulders, then the dip of her collarbones, the swell of her breasts. His breath was coming faster now, his cock weeping at the sight in front of him. Clad in nothing but black lace, Granger stared back at him, grounding him in place, even as his heart raced and his body screamed at him to look away.
Slowly she walked towards him, her hand finding his flushed cheek. “Have you ever been with anyone before?”
“Never,” Draco choked out the words, his breaths coming in sharp pants.
Holding his gaze steady, she placed her hands firmly on his shoulders and lifted herself onto his lap, straddling his hips. A groan escaped his throat as he felt the weight of her body sink onto his thighs. His hands found her waist, holding her steady as she leaned back, imploring him to look. To see her. All of her.
He took in the swell of her breasts peeking out above her bra, the softness of her belly, the curve of her hips and her thighs surrounding him. In this moment she was the embodiment of bold and everything he wished he could be. Everything he was striving towards, right here in his hands.
Suddenly he was overcome with need. The need to feel her, to taste her, to have her closer. His hands latched onto her hips and pulled her to him, their lips nearly touching. A soft gasp fell from her lips and he knew he couldn’t contain himself much longer.
“Do you want this, Draco?”
His lips crashed into hers in answer. This time, it was his tongue that pressed in, begging for more, for whatever she would give him. His hands scrambled to her bra pulling the cups down and freeing her tits. She moaned as they clung to each other, his hardness pressing up against her.
The desperation began to pull them both under, their kisses turning needier, hungrier. Her teeth pulled at his lips, her fingers dug through his hair, pulling and scratching.
Her thighs squeezed around him and suddenly he was being pushed back onto the mattress. He laid back watching in awe as she unclasped her bra and placed her hand onto her abdomen muttering a contraceptive charm.
He didn’t have time to think before she was tumbling down on top of him again. Her lips found his neck, and her hands slid lower, pushing his boxers down. Grabbing his cock she pumped him once, twice, deftly twisting her wrist and turning his vision black.
“Granger,” he groaned, silently pleading with any gods that would listen to help him last through what was coming.
“Hermione,” she corrected him. “When you’re inside me it’s Hermione.” She sat up onto her knees and pulled her knickers to the side. The breath of her exhale turned into a moan as she slid slowly down his length.
“Hermione—” He gasped at the sensation, struggling to calm himself. It’s everything. She’s everything. Hermione, hermione, hermione... her name repeated in his mind over and over again. Each syllable a prayer, a focus to slow his quickly building climax.
Her light laugh filtered through the echo of her name, so maybe he said it out loud after all. She was still, waiting for him. The feel of her lips on his cheek brought him back. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he’d squeezed them shut. The matching desire he found looking back at him, spurred him forward. He lifted his hips, sliding deeper into her. Groaning he reached for her thighs, letting her ground him here. As if knowing what he needed, she pressed back, sitting her weight down onto him. Squeezing her thighs to his side, she lifted herself off him, placing her hands onto his chest for balance, and slid back down.
She repeated this pattern, closing her eyes and seeming to lose herself in the sensation. He watched the flush of her skin bloom and could feel the sweat sticking to both of their bodies. Too soon he was overwhelmed by the feel of her, by the sight of her, flushed and bouncing on him. It was taking everything he had just to try and make this last.
Her fingers reached down to circle her clit, and he grit his teeth as she rode him harder. The feel of her thighs tensing under his hands, her breath coming faster clued him onto something, and he remembered he knew one thing. He might die here in this bed, but he would die a happy man, and make her come if it was the last thing he did.
She leaned forward, changing their angle and it’s almost too much. Quickly he let his hand slip into the space behind her knee, gripping her hard and she moaned loudly. Her fingers still worked furiously against her clit, barely holding herself up as she moved, her soft whimpers reaching his ears. Words began to fall from her lips incoherently, “Oh god. Oh god- Draco. I’m, I’m –”
Suddenly she stilled, crying out, and the feel of her tightening around him sent him over the edge. She fell forward on top of him, and he was overwhelmed by her scent and the feel of her curls smothering his face as he emptied himself inside of her. It was a deeper pleasure than he expected, being with her. Being consumed by her, everything wrought from him. And he’d gladly give it again.
He held her close as he came down and he could feel her breath slowing. Like with everything else, he was unsure what to do next. Content to simply be here, he stayed, rubbing soft circles against her back, feeling the weight of her body resting onto him. He was under her spell and he knew he would do anything to stay that way. And when she lifted her head and asked him to stay, he easily said yes.