Hermione was incredibly nervous as she paced her bedroom.
It was Saturday.
Oh Merlin, it was Saturday.
He would be coming to her room.
They were going to…
Hermione felt herself blushing furiously, the heat radiating off of her face as she thought about Draco coming to her room to deflower her.
She felt like Rapunzel, protected in her high tower, sheltered from the world, completely innocent until…until a Malfoy would sneak into the common room that night to do something unspeakable with her.
It wasn't like she had reason to be shy. He had already seen her completely exposed… and undone.
She was blushing again.
Her heart started to race as she realized she had never seen him before. He'd been completely covered during their incidents. Sure she may have felt him slightly as he pressed his body against her, but tonight he would be unabashed, bare and open.
Harry and Ron seemed genuinely disappointed when she informed them that she would not be making it to their game that evening. But they didn't press the matter and she didn't feel that they were suspicious that she might be up to something. She had felt like a girl lying to her parents and it made her feel ill.
Her stomach flipped. If her nerves kept climbing she might just get ill.
Pansy curled up tightly against Draco as they sat in the common room. Draco tried to act like he wasn't watching the clock. Each tick meant he was another minute closer to doing the unpredictable.
Sure, he was nervous. But it was the good kind of nerve. The kind you get right before a performance that makes you do things better than you anticipated.
Draco couldn't hold back the smug smirk that crept onto his face. Granger was going to be in for the night of her life, he was going to make sure of it.
Pansy sighed heavily, pushing out her chest as she heaved, "Dracie…" she whined in a tone that only she thought was sexy.
"Hmmm?" Draco wrapped his arm around her and looked to her.
"We should do something tonight."
"Like…"Pansy ran her finger up the seam of his thigh, "Something…fun…"
Draco moved her hand away, "Sorry, I can't Pans. Not tonight."
"Why not?" she pouted.
"I have detention with McGonagall," he lied.
"What?" questioned Pansy with a furrowed brow.
"I messed up my reports again. She's just pissed off and taking it out on me. She's making me go over all the reports entered by the prefects until I 'learn how to fill them out correctly'"
"That is so stupid," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"Yes well…I can't get out of it," Draco shrugged.
"When do you have to go?"
Draco looked to the clock and felt his heart race, "Soon."
Hermione made her bed for the tenth time that night. It looked nice and comfortable. At least she finally thought so.
They were going to do it on the bed…right?
The first encountered had been against the wall, and the second on a bookshelf. She deserved to have a normal sexual encounter at least once.
Hermione looked down on the floor and over to the dresser and realized Draco might not think so. She started to clean more.
The clock on the wall signaled that the quidditch game had just started outside.
Draco stretched out and removed his hand from Pansy's shoulders. "Well Pans, I gotta get going," he said with a forced air of regret.
"Okay Dracie," she frowned. "I'll see you tonight."
"Don't' stay up. I think she's going to make me cover a round tonight after detention just to rub it in."
Pansy sighed heavily, "Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow than." She gave Draco a quick kiss and left for her room. Draco waited until her door shut to leave the common room.
Hermione stepped out of the shower and dried her hair furiously. Her nerves weren't calming down so she took her third shower of the day.
What do girls wear when they do this kind of thing? Should she even bother getting dressed? Maybe she should just be naked, ready and waiting on the bed when he got there. Guys liked that kind of thing right?
She didn't really own anything sexy.
Hermione bit her lip and tried to think. Her pajamas were comfortable but very plain.
She checked the time.
"Shit," he was going to be there any minute now.
She started to have second thoughts.
Was this a good idea?
She'd always thought her first time would end up being with Ron. That one random day they'd end up fumbling around and wind up having some clumsy but sweet sexual encounter in his bedroom at the burrow.
Whatever she had been expecting; it hadn't been this.
She had triple checked her charms as she waited for the quidditch game to start. Having sex with Draco was one thing. Risking having his child was another.
Hermione felt another rush of nerves overcome her.
Was she sure about this?
Her heart was going to race out of her chest; her palms were sweating and shaking now.
"Breathe Hermione," she spoke to herself and tried to calm down.
She took a deep breath.
She gasped suddenly.
The door handle was turning.
Draco had found it surprisingly easy to make his way to her room.
It was almost too easy.
Draco shrugged it off and whispered the password, "Crookshanks"
He heard the door click unlocked and wondered if he should knock to give her a warning.
His body must have been more eager for this than he realized because his hand began to turn the door handle before he made up his mind on how to approach her.
Draco slowly opened the door and slithered his way inside.
Hermione was standing like a deer caught in headlights, still wearing nothing but a towel.
Draco smiled, "Not exactly what I was expecting. But I must say that I like the new look, Granger."
Hermione was about to reprimand him for calling her Granger but she couldn't speak.
He was here.
They were really going to do this. Oh Merlin…
"You look scared," Draco noted.
"Well, yeah!" Hermione's voice finally returned. "And don't call me Granger!" she scolded.
Draco raised his hands in surrender, "Noted. I apologize."
His voice was especially gentle and sweet Hermione noticed, "And…and don't be so nice to be just because I'm going to let you..." she couldn't say it, "Because we…you know what I mean! I don't want to feel like you're playing me for a fool Malfoy."
"Draco," he corrected her this time. "And I'm not playing you by any means. I genuinely want to this."
"Of course you do, you're a guy. This is all men think about."
Draco shook his head and laughed.
Hermione couldn't believe he was laughing at her. She tightened the towel around her body, "Don't laugh! It's true."
"Okay, maybe men think about this maybe…99% of the time. But that's not why I'm here. If I just wanted to have sex with someone I could just go back to Pansy and-"
Hermione shuddered, "Eww, please don't talk about her. Not here."
Draco paused a moment then continued, he was still standing by the door. There was a tenseness in the air that told him he might be getting kicked out soon. Hermione didn't seem as sure as he hoped she would be. "I want to know what it's like to be with you, Hermione. I don't want just any girl," he clarified.
"Why me?" She wanted to know. She didn't exactly know why she wanted Draco, but she just knew that she did.
"Because- Because I've always found you to be beautiful Hermione, honestly. Because we have profound chemistry and I know that you're not going to go brag this around to half the school."
"I know that I won't. I'm still not so sure you're not going to go brag this to half the school after we're done."
"What do you want me to do to prove I wouldn't do that? Take an unbreakable vow? I'm not going to flaunt to half the school that I banged the mudblood," Draco said with a laugh.
Hermione scolded him with her eyes.
"Sorry…didn't meant to call you that. You know what I meant though."
"So which am I Malfoy? Beautiful? Or a mudblood?"
"Beautiful," Draco assured her. He started to approach her. He did not want her to change her mind when they had such a perfect opportunity in front of them. "And you're sexy…vivacious…"
"Vivacious?" Hermione repeated with a laugh.
Draco nodded and repeated himself, "Vivacious…" He ran his hand through her hair, gently caressing the side of her face as his hand descended across her cheek. He leaned in and softly kissed the side of her mouth and then her lips, "Sweet…" his hands took hold of her waist and he felt Hermione take a sharp breath in. She seemed to be holding her breath as he tightened his grip on her, "Curvy…" His lips trailed up to her ear until he was whispering in it, "You entice me Hermione and I want to get as close to you as possible."
She shivered and suddenly remembered how to breathe again.
Soft lips began to graze against her shoulder blade and she nearly dropped her towel. Hermione quickly grabbed onto it and pulled it back up, "S-sorry," she stammered.
"Don't be." He took hold of the towel and prompted her to let go. He held it up, keeping her covered as he looked straight into her eyes.
"I know that I want you Hermione. But do you want me too? Your body clearly says that you do. But what is your mind telling you?" He questioned.
That was a good question.
"I-I-I," she stuttered. Her mind was so foggy right now. The way he was staring at her was driving her mad; as if he could burrow his lust into her mind and control it.
Fuck, he could…
"My mind…I think my mind is telling me that this isn't a good idea."
"It probably isn't," Draco agreed.
"But?" He egged her on.
"But…I want to do it anyway," she confessed.
Draco smiled, "Good." He crushed his lips against hers and let her towel fall down to the floor.
Before Hermione could register what was happening, he backed her up against the bed and pushed her gently down onto it.
Draco loved the helpless whimpers that escaped her mouth as she kissed down her collarbone, and ran his hands across the palette of her body.
He could feel her body quivering beneath him and it excited him.
There were so many things he wanted to do to her.
Draco ran his hand between her thighs and spread them open. "If you want to stop, tell me now because once I taste you again, I'm not letting you go anywhere," he warned her, his voice filled with lust.
"I don't want to stop," Hermione breathed as her hip flexed up in anticipation.
Draco smiled at her again and began to lower himself between her legs. Hermione felt her thighs begin to shake as his hot breath hit her skin.
He lingered above mound, running his finger up and down her inner thigh. He kept his eyes fixated on her face as his fingers began to run up her slit where she was already so wet.
"I think someone was eager for me to get here," Draco teased.
Hermione blushed and was about to tell him off for teasing her when he suddenly dove his tongue against her hot clit.
"Draco," she moaned out as her head fell helplessly back onto the pillow.
Draco wrapped his hands possessively around her waist and raised her hip up, pulling her closer against his mouth. He pulled her legs onto his shoulders and raised her bottom up off of the bed, presenting her body to his tongue.
Hermione could feel how badly he had wanted to taste her as he hungrily devoured her with pleasure. His slick tongue ran hard against her swollen button over and over again causing her entire body to quake in ecstasy. Hermione began to roll her hips against his mouth making him hold on tighter to her.
"Draco," she weakly cried out as she felt her climax quickly starting to overcome her. She almost felt embarrassed for cumming so fast but it was no secret that he knew exactly how to unhinge her.
Draco's tongue let off of her clit and began to slowly draw circles around it, teasing her; keeping her right on the edge of orgasm. Hermione took a moment to catch her breath. She looked down and could see Draco's pink tongue rolling between her thighs. "That feels so good," she weakly moaned out as he controlled her with his tongue.
Draco flattened his tongue and ran it flush against her opening; she squealed out and gasped as he let it slide inside of her. He chuckled against her heat and continued to press his tongue as deep inside her as he could fit it and felt her muscles squeeze against it. If her muscles were able to clench against his soft and flexible tongue he couldn't imagine how she was going to feel with him fitted deep insider her.
Draco was unbelievable hard and it was starting to get uncomfortable. Even so, he retrained control. He wanted to make sure she was wet and ready.
Hermione cried out, and her eyes fluttered back as he dove two fingers into her without warning, returning his tongue to her swollen nub; relentlessly flicking his tongue against it until she came for the first time of the night.
Waves of pleasure crashed through her body and subsided as Draco lowered Hermione back down onto the bed. Hermione's mind was still clouded and recovering from the orgasm as Draco began to undress himself. She didn't even notice what he was doing until he was fully nude.
Hermione couldn't help her gasp of surprise. She'd never seen him a man in his full vulnerability before. Draco looked confidant and amazing. Quidditch had been generous to his body. His body was firm and defined and she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him. She remained reserved however. Draco was clearly aroused and Hermione still felt bashful about wanting to explore his body.
Heat radiated off his chest and warmed her as he crawled over her body. His composure was slipping rapidly as his member inched closer to her as he settled himself between her legs. He had to remind himself constantly to take it slow. Every part of his body was telling him to plunge deep inside her and thrust relentlessly until he'd had his fill. But he couldn't do that this time. Hermione was new to him, delicate, pure and willing to be tainted.
Hermione could sense that he was preparing to penetrate her and suddenly felt a quick rush of fear run through her, she grabbed onto his shoulder to get his attention, "Wait!"
She was not going to change her mind.
Draco didn't think he could stop if she wanted too…
"What's wrong?" he brought himself to ask.
"I'm-I'm just scared," she admitted.
Draco smiled with relief, "Don't be," he assured her.
"But, it's going to hurt isn't it?"
Draco thought about how tight she had been against his fingers and tongue and couldn't bring himself to lie to her. "Probably," he admitted.
Hermione gulped and nervously ran her hand down the center of his back.
"But I promise that the pain will fade and after that it's going to feel amazing," Draco pressed a series of soothing kisses along her neckline as he ran his head across her opening, as if pleading to be let in.
Hermione's heart was slamming against her chest. The feel of him running across her slick entrance was tormenting her. She didn't care if it hurt; she wanted to feel him inside of her more than she anything.
She spread her legs open wider to show that she thought she was ready.
"I promise to be as gentle as I can," he assured her. Hermione nodded and tried to brace herself.
Draco felt her entire body tense up, so he ran a warm hand down her arms, "Don't do that. You have to relax."
"I can't," she strained, "I'm too nervous."
"I know, but you have to try. Or it's going to hurt more."
"Okay," she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She kept them closed and concentrated on breathing slowly, relaxing her muscles with every exhale.
She was about to tell him that she was ready to try again when she suddenly felt her muscles stretch apart as he began to slide slowly inside her.
She kept her eyes clenched shut as he entered her, groaning as her muscles grabbed onto his member and pulled him deeper inside.
"Merlin," he cursed as he continued to fill her.
It felt painful; she had never been stretched that wide or deep before and was in disbelief that she was able to fit all of him inside her.
Or so she thought.
"Is it all the way in?" she asked in pain.
Draco didn't mean to chuckle, "No. About half way. But don't worry; I'm not going to force it."
She nodded, "Okay, so…when does it start to feel good?" She could feel him throbbing inside of her; it felt so new, so unusual. She loved the feeling and hated the pain at the same time.
"Soon," Draco promised as he began to slowly move, cautiously sliding out of her and then back in. Each time he penetrated her a bit deeper until he filled her completely.
Just as he promised, it gradually began to feel good. Her body generously accommodated him and quickly became lubricated in order to help him fit deeper inside her tight, wet cavern.
She couldn't believe how deep inside her he was, "I can feel inside of me," she expressed in lust-deluded amazement.
"That's the idea," Draco chuckled as he continued to move in and out of her. He control was quickly slipping as her muscles fluttered against his raging erection.
"I know you're being nice, but you don't have to be anymore. I think I'm okay," offered Hermione as her body began to get use him.
"Trust me, you want me to stay nice or I'm going to tear you in half Hermione," Draco growled in warning.
The idea of getting torn in half by Draco's cock only turned her on more.
"Please Draco," she pleaded in a lusty tone as her dark chocolate eyes bore into his, "Don't hold back baby. Fuck me hard. I want you to."
That was it.
He lost it.
Draco didn't care if she ended up in the hospital wing after he was done with her, if she wanted him to tear her apart than that's exactly what he was going to do. He didn't need to be told twice.
Draco's hands latched onto her waist as he dove into her, aggressively filling her to a hilt. Hermione cried out but he didn't stop. He wasn't going to stop, or slow down until she begged him to.
Hermione could feel his need as his hands gripped forcefully onto her body. She could see his muscles tighten as he mercilessly pounded into her wanting cunt, her body aching for another orgasm.
As if to read her mind, he raised his fingers to his mouth, licked them until they were wet then began rapidly rubbing her clit against the motion of his thrusts. His hips met hers again and again, a series of moans expelling from both of their mouths.
Hermione cried out suddenly as he drove her over the edge. Her second orgasm was much louder than expected and Draco had to muffle it with his hand over her mouth. She bit down onto his hand as he fucked her through it, refusing to slow down as her sensitivity peaked.
He had a self-satisfied grin on his face as he continued to plunge inside her.
"Draco," Hermione weakly moaned. Her chest was bouncing her breast back and forth as he pounded her like a limp rag-doll. Draco bent over and suckled one of her areolas into his mouth and began to run his tongue across her erect nipple.
She was coming undone. Each flick of his tongue sent electrifying shivers down the center of her back and straight through to her core. She had just came and felt like she was seconds away from cumming again and he knew it. He sucked harder and began to lightly bite her breast as his other hand fondled and twisted her exposed nipple.
"Fuck, Draco, You're gonna make me…oh Merlin…I'm gonna cum." Hermione gasped as her body arched up in anticipation.
Just as her body began to explode around him, Draco swallowed the sound of her orgasm into his mouth as he covered her lips in a heated kiss.
Her moans buzzed through to his teeth and soon Draco felt a strong pulsating aching in his cock.
Draco abandoned Hermione's mouth as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. His eyes shut tight and he began to groan uncontrollably.
He was moving so fast inside her that Hermione couldn't believe that she was on the edge of another orgasm. She thought she might scream this time and she couldn't describe the feelings overwhelming her. Her entire body was overstimulated and she felt like she was on edge, her entire body was buzzing.
Draco cursed out between his moans and Hermione could feel his climax approaching. She pulled him down harder against her body and bit her teeth down into his shoulder.
He lost it.
He collided against her, his composure completely shattered as his orgasm overflowed her trembling slot.
Hermione bit down harder as she came for a final time, her hips rolling up against his final thrusts, and his name pouring out of her lips.
They were both breathing heavily, their chest heaving as they came down from their orgasms.
Draco kissed her roughly as he pulled out. Hermione bit his bottom lip and enticed his kiss to go deeper. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, lacing her fingers into his hair as they made out. They couldn't get enough of each other.
"That was incredible Draco," Hermione praised.
"Everything you hoped for?" he asked out of curiosity.
Hermione shook her head, "I never imagined that I could feel that good."
Draco smiled and kissed her some more, "Good. I'm glad it was as good for you as it was for me."
Hermione moved her lips away from Draco's mouth and began to playfully nip against his neck. He closed his eyes and gently moaned as she tormented his skin with her lips, teeth and tongue.
"Hermione stop," he begged, "The game is going to be over soon. I have to get back."
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" she pleaded.
Draco looked at her in disbelief, "You mean…this…this wasn't a one-time ordeal?"
"Why should it be?"
Draco slowly smiled when he realized she wasn't kidding. "It doesn't have to be."
"Good, then I'll see you tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here whenever you want me here," he promised with a kiss.
"Just remember not to say anything. To anyone," Hermione reminded him. She still had a nervous feeling that he might go telling the whole school that he had shagged the stiffest girl in school.
Draco looked into her eyes with utmost sincerity. "I promise Hermione, I'm not going to tell anyone about what we have as long as you promise not to say anything either."
"I swear I won't say a word. It'll be our dirty little secret."
"Great," Draco kissed her one last time then got up and began to get dressed.
Hermione didn't want him to leave. Her bed felt so much warmer when he was in it with her.
Draco was about to leave when he stopped by the door, "Hermione."
"Thank you…for trusting me."
Hermione smiled at him, "Good night Draco. I'll see you tomorrow night."
He winked at her, "You bet your naughty Gryffindor ass you will."
And he was gone.
Hermione pulled her covers up and wrapped them tightly around her naked body. She could smell his presence engulfing her in the sheets long after he left. She breathed in deeply and lost herself day dreaming about tomorrow night's encounter.
She nearly fell asleep when she remembered the game would be ending at any moment. She got up and quickly jumped into the shower.
When she got out she realized the room reeked of sex, she frantically began to deodorize the air with a charm that made the room smell like white tea and peaches.
"Much better," she sighed.
She'd gotten ready just in time when there came a knock at the door.
A part of her hoped it was Draco, back for more; unable to wait another night to feel her body pressed against his.
But it wasn't. It was Harry and Ron, there to tell her about the game she had missed.
"Hey, are you feeling any better?" Harry asked as he and Ron welcomed themselves into her room.
"Much better. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the game. Did you win?"
"We did," Harry announced with a proud smile. "There's a party going on in the common room if you feel like coming down?"
"Sure, I think I could manage that."
"Great," Harry and Ron walked out of her room and she followed behind. She began to blush when she realized she felt sore already, making her way down the stairs.
Draco was sure to notice the next day and she knew he was going to gloat proudly about it to himself when he saw her limping.
She couldn't help the naughty smile that crept over her face. She could just imagine the look of shock and horror Ron and Harry would have if she told them that Draco had just banged her half-senseless minutes before the had arrived in her room.
Ron handed her a butterbeer. She popped the top off of it, took a swig and kept her thoughts to herself.
A/N: And onto to the sequel: The Possibility! Is it technically a sequel if I wrote it before the prequel? Meh, check it out to find out what happens to this Dramione pair if you haven't already. Or check out my other fic I'm currently writing called 'Bridges'.
Thanks for following the story!