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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Your Best Kept Secret
By: Enchanted Faery
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them. Don't own the song either (the song is actually called "No Body puts Baby in the Corner), but Fall Out Boy does and their people. Also not all the lyrics are used.
A/N: This fic is rated NC-17. This will contain vulgar descriptions of sexual acts, so if that makes you blush and if you don't really like it...then don't read. Oh and this is different than how I normally write, this chapter is Draco's POV.
Lyrics
Drink down that Gin and Kerosene
Your sit in the darkest corner of the Three Broomsticks because you don't want her to see you, you only want to watch her, to observe her to see how long she can stay away from you. You look down at your empty glass, you wave at the bar tender and he brings you another shot of fire whiskey, it tastes like kerosene as it burns all the way down to your stomach. You see that her drink is almost empty, you get the bar tenders attention, you nod towards her signaling him to give her another martini extra olives, just the way she likes it. You wonder why she's sitting there, is she waiting for some one, is she alone?
*I keep my jealousy close,
'Cause it's all mine*
You hear the bell on the door, and you see Scar Head walk in, he looks around the perimeter, you know exactly who he's searching for and you feel a dull burn in your gut. You think maybe it's not only the fire whiskey, you know this burn, you feel the jealousy churning it churns and churns and it burns and burns. You start to get angry 'cause you know that nothing can happen between you and her when he's there, you know that you'll never be a saint like Saint Potter. Your anger rages deep inside you, but your face remains a mask of indifference. It doesn't matter that they can't see you or that they even know you are there, a Malfoy never show emotions
*And if you say this makes you happy,
Then I'm not the only one lying*
You see her waving at him, you see that she is happy, but when you glance into her chocolate eyes, you see that the happiness is not reflected there, you watch "The Irritating One" hug her as she returns the hug, still feeling the jealousy and the rage, you close your eyes to calm your breathing and when you open them you see that she's standing in front of you, Potter is sitting at the bar, but keeping a close eye on you. Your eyes focus on her again.
"Granger...is there something I can help you with?"
She looks at you, you look into her eyes, her emotions flashing in them, almost like a storm.
"Do you mind if Harry and I join you?" she asks you with a little uncertainty.
You are shocked at this request, but you were trained not to show emotions, so you keep up your façade of indifference, but you smirk it's the care free smirk that you've gotten so good at.
"If it makes you happy then do what you want." You say but secretly your heart is beating a hundred miles per minute. You don't want Potter there, but if that is the only way she was going to join you then you will tolerate "The Annoying one"
You see her motion for Potter, he comes towards your table, you move aside so that she can slide in next to you. You feel the heat of her body coming off in waves, you see her brown curls fall over her shoulder. You want to run your fingers through her hair...you know how soft it is, its as soft as the most expensive silk, you inconspicuously lean towards her, inhaling her scent, she smells like Vanilla orchids and something else, its her scent. You feel your trousers begin to tighten in the front, you close your eyes and you clench your teeth annoyed at the fact that you can't even smell her without getting a hard on. You want her so bad! You want to bend her over the table and fuck her into oblivion. You want to...your thoughts are interrupted when she says your name... "Draco?" she sounds worried. You open your eyes and unclench your teeth, you glance at her pink full lips and you feel your cock twitch as you imagine all the things that she can do with those beautiful perfect lips of hers you, she sees the desire in your eyes...she quietly gasps, you look up into her eyes, her face turns a light shade of pink, you smirk again...she wants you too...you can see the lust in her eyes. You hear someone clear their throat, bugger, you forgot that Potter was there. You draw your attention away and look at him. You see that he looks a bit upset, he is, after all, supposed to be her boyfriend. You want to snarl at him and fight him, you want to tell him to keep his fucking hands of your woman, but you hold your tongue and give him a small smile,
"It's been a long time Potter, how have you been holding up?" You wonder if he has fallen for your fake façade and wait for a response, you see emotions go across his face; he's like an open book.
"I'm doing quite well thank you."
You sit quietly and pretend to listen to what he is saying as he tells you all that he has been up to. You still can't believe that you betrayed your Father and Voldemort, but you love her and you wanted to be good for her, never mind that she was dating the Weasel at the time, never mind that she didn't trust you, never mind that you would more than likely lose your inheritance, no you didn't care about any of that...you loved her and God did you Love her and even though she didn't trust you, even though she didn't love you, it didn't matter...because of her you wanted to be good, you wanted to do what you could do help Potter defeat the Dark Lord.
*Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you
Can I lay in your bed all day*
You remember what it felt like to kiss her, you remember what it felt like to feel her body rubbing against yours...you remember the way she tasted, the noises she made when you were kissing her in the places that she loved. You remember her saying your name over and over again as you brought her to her peak. You remember what it feels like to have her long silky legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her over and over again, rubbing her in the right places kissing her with all the passion you held inside.
You are startled out of your revelry when you feel her hand resting on your leg. You try not to be obvious, but it's to late, he saw you jump and now you have to think of an excuse for your behavior, he asks you if you are alright,
"Yes, I'm fine just got a little chill, is it cold in here, or is it just me?" you try to play it off, because really you're not cold you're hot...she's stroking your leg and she keeps working her way up...you don't want her to stop but you stop her none the less, you gently grab her hand and hold in it place, she looks at you from the side of her eyes, and gives you a small smile. You focus on him and listen to a story he's telling, about his muggle family, it is amusing and you smile. Your absently stroking her hand, you feel her foot working its way up your leg. You look at her and give her a look; she knows what you are thinking. She knows that she will not be going home with Harry tonight but that she will be with you tonight. Harry gets up to go to the loo, here is your chance. You lean into her and whisper in her ear,
"You little vixen! Are you trying to get me to take you on this table with all these people and your boyfriend as witnesses?"
She smiles widely, and you know that's exactly what she was thinking too. You quietly laugh and lean in to kiss her, but you don't kiss her on the lips like she wants you too, you kiss her on the cheek. She shows her disappointment and you quietly laugh again,
"I don't think it's a good idea, love, what if Scar Head comes out and catches, us? I don't know about you, but I rather like my testicles attached to me, thank you."
You hear her harmonious laugh and you can't help but smile, it's the smile that only she is allowed to see, because she's the only one who can do that to you. Every time you're around her you feel like a little school boy, giddy with joy 'cause you caught your first frog or built your first tree fort. She made you feel this way, the way that no one else could make you feel...You feel loved, even if she is with Potter, you know that it's you she craves.
"Let's hold off until later tonight shall we?" she smiles and nods. You look up and you see Harry walking towards you two once again, you discreetly slide away from her and put a little distance between yourself and Hermione. Harry sits back down and finishes is butter beer. You offer to buy him another one, but he shakes his head,
"No thank you" he says "I have to be going now, I've got an early morning meeting with the Minister of Magic..."
You smile, knowing that soon it will be just you and her. You'll apperate to your flat and she'll meet you there.
"Okay, then. I guess I'll see you around. Bye Potter" you say.
"Goodnight Malfoy, Hermione, love, are you coming with me?"
She smiles at her boyfriend, you push down the feeling of jealousy that was working its way up when you heard him call her "love" you're grateful that your father taught you how to hide your emotions.
"No, I think I'll stay a little longer if that's okay."
"Of course, I will see you tomorrow. Take care Malfoy."
"You too, Potter."
You wait for him to leave then order one more fire whiskey for yourself and another martini for her. You two drink them down as soon as you can; she leans into you and whispers,
"I'm going to the loo; I'll meet you in your flat in 30 minutes."
You nod your head and can't help but grin, knowing what was going to happen next. You needed this! It has been too long since you made love to her.
*I'll be your best kept secret
And your biggest mistake*
You make your way to the bar, and pay your tab. You quickly walk outside and find the apperation point. You apparate to your flat and call for your house elf, you realize how lucky you are that you were able to withdraw all your funds from your account before the Ministry took it and you're even more grateful that Winky wanted to be your house elf...she didn't want to be paid, but you provided her with the things she needed and you treat her very well. You call for the house elf and she pops in front of you.
"Is Master be needing something, sir?"
You smile at the little house elf and say
"Yes, make sure the sheets on my bed are the green satin ones that Ms. Granger likes and please start a fire in the fire place, when you are through with that please have a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses waiting for us near the hearth. Once that is done I would like you to return to Hogwarts for the night and not to return until I call for you, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master sir. Winky be doing what you ask sir. Will there be anything else sir?"
"Yes, remember not word about Ms. Granger being here with me, to anyone. Rather than that, I think that is all. Thank you Winky."
"Winky is happy to be doing this sir, Winky is happy that she is able to serve you sir! And Master need not worry sir, Winky be keeping your secrets sir."
You watch the house elf pop out of site and you make your way to your bathroom. You don't like the smell of tobacco on your person, so you shower to remove the offensive smell and also you know that's what she is doing too.
You walk into your room, your towel wrapped around your waist
You reach into your wardrobe and pull out the robe that Hermione had bought you for your last birthday. The material is soft as her hair and therefore makes this your favorite one. You walk back into the bathroom and use a quick drying spell on your hair. You comb it next, but leave it natural, you don't slick it back like you normally do, 'cause you know she likes it this way, you know she likes to run her fingers through it. You make your way out to the living room when you hear a pop. You know it's her, because she is the only one who knows how to get around your wards, besides yourself. She walks towards you, wearing nothing but a pink silky robe. You know she isn't wearing anything under there...at least you don't think she is. You look near the fire place and find the fire roaring in it with a container of ice with the champagne sitting next to it. You pull her towards you, capturing her lips in a soft but passionate kiss. You pull away as she gasps for air...you see her chest heaving, her pink buds poking out of her silk robe.
"Merlin, I missed you! Do you know how bad I wanted to kiss you tonight in front of everyone! I need you so badly..." you whisper to her. She rubs her body against yours; you close your eyes and try to control your emotions. You pull away from her and walk to the champagne you grab a glass and fill it with the golden bubbly liquid. You hand her a glass and then fill yours up. She giggles because the bubbles tickle her nose.
You both take a sip of the golden liquid. You take her glass from her hands and you set both glasses down on the mantle. She leans into you and kisses you again, her tongue begs for entrance and you open your mouth. You can taste the sweetness of the champagne on her tongue. You gently suck on it and then move to nibble on her bottom lip, you hear her moan with pleasure. She is grinding against you again and this time you let the friction do its job. You feel your manhood start to throb with pleasure as your begin to feel light headed because of the sudden rush of blood to your nether regions. You untie the belt that is holding her robe closed; you see that she is indeed wearing nothing under it. You feel her hands on your chest, she gently grazes your nipples it causes you to shutter and goose bumps break out all over your body. You quickly pick her up and she squeals, you love it when she does that, you think it's so cute. You carry her to your bedroom, it smells of fresh laundered linen. You lay your lover down on the bed and untie your robe. It slides to the floor, you hear her gasp, she's excited and you know it feels good because you know its you that makes her this way, its you she desires, its you she gives her body too, if only she'd love you as much as you loved her. You start to feel sad and quickly push those thoughts away. This is neither the time nor the place for those kids of thoughts. You look at her, taking in her captivating beauty. You worship her she is your goddess. You lean down and kiss her on the neck you lick her in the spot right behind the ear, she purrs. You can't help but smile. You kiss your way down to her left breast kneading the other with your free hand. You suck in a rosy nipple she jerks her pelvis, brushing against your pulsating cock. You groan, you're not sure how much of this you can take, it's been too long since you've fucked her, too long since you've heard her mews of pleasure. You switch breasts, kneading the left one while you kiss her right one, again you suck in her taut nipple she jerks some more. You know that she can't stand it much longer you reach down to her dark patch of silky curls and you can feel that she is wet for you already, you kiss your way down to her belly button, nibble at her hip you work you way down to her hot womanhood, she's squirming, begging for contact, you inhale her musky scent, its her scent, the scent that makes you want to come on the spot, but you don't, it wouldn't be fun, after all, if you made a fool of yourself. You stick out your tongue and taste her womanly juices, she jerks her hips causing your nose to gently brush the little bundle of nerves, she wantonly sighs. You begin to lick her as she moans your name,
"Oh Draaacoooo...." You love the sound of your name on her lips, you lightly nip at her clit, she wraps her legs around your head, she grabs your hair, you know that she wants more, so you give her more. You stick one finger in her at first and begin to pump into her, then you stick in another finger she squirms and begins to move with the rhythm of your fingers. You try to stretch her a little further, because its been so long since you two have done this and not that you are bragging, but you are larger and thicker than an average Caucasian man, so you need to stretch her so that she can accommodate your girth. You stick another finger in, and move more rapidly, you know she's almost there, she moaning your name over and over again you bend your fingers to the spot you know well and she screams out your name,
"OH DRACO! OH MERLIN DRACO, THAT FEELS SOOO...."
You feel her inner walls clenching around your fingers, her juices from her orgasm pour out you quickly lean down and drink in her sweetness. It tastes like honey suckle, she's so sweet. Before she can be sated from her release you gracefully sit up and gently pull her towards you, you grab your cock so that you can guide it into her hot, wet core. You slowly push inside her and stretch her even more. You clench your teeth, oh gods she feel so good. Hot, soft and wet. You withdraw a little bit and you can hear her breathe deeper. You push back into her, slowly torturing yourself, you begin to pump inside her, in, out, in, out, you swivel your hips a little bit as you push in again, she whimpers. In, out, in out, you moving faster now, you're pushing into her harder. You can feel the tension building up inside you, you can feel the tightness in your balls, you want her to come again so you place your thumb on her clit and you press and rub, she screams out with enrapture her sheath clenching your dick so tight, that's all you can take you come hard, you see stars and feel all the tension leave your body as you shoot your seed into her womb hoping that some how you impregnate her, you know it's wrong to think that, but you can't help it, you love her you want her to bare your children. You want to be her one and only. You know that she is with him you know that, but you still have hope. You gently collapse on top of her, then move to the side, pulling out of her, you watch some of your cum pour out of her. She quietly murmurs a cleansing spell then she turns her body towards you and curls up to you, her head resting on your chest. You know that this was a mistake, just like the other times...but you can't help it. You feel her breathing evenly and know that she has fallen asleep. You kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent one more time and just before you drift off to sleep, you say,
"I Love you, Hermione"
*Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day*
END...
A/N: Well there you all go! I hope it wasn't horrible! Please Review! I like constructive criticism, but not flames, they are just mean. Later all!
EF
A/N: So I had someone ask me a question about Hermione's intentions...there aren't any intentions, this is a PWP...but I am writing 3 parts to this, we are going to see that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Harry and when it comes to Hermione.
Your Best Kept Secret
By: Enchanted Faery
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them. Don't own the song either (the song is actually called "No Body puts Baby in the Corner), but Fall Out Boy does and their people. Also not all the lyrics are used.
A/N: This fic is rated NC-17. This will contain vulgar descriptions of sexual acts, so if that makes you blush and if you don't really like it...then don't read. Oh and this is different than how I normally write, this chapter is Draco's POV.
Lyrics
Drink down that Gin and Kerosene
Your sit in the darkest corner of the Three Broomsticks because you don't want her to see you, you only want to watch her, to observe her to see how long she can stay away from you. You look down at your empty glass, you wave at the bar tender and he brings you another shot of fire whiskey, it tastes like kerosene as it burns all the way down to your stomach. You see that her drink is almost empty, you get the bar tenders attention, you nod towards her signaling him to give her another martini extra olives, just the way she likes it. You wonder why she's sitting there, is she waiting for some one, is she alone?
*I keep my jealousy close,
'Cause it's all mine*
You hear the bell on the door, and you see Scar Head walk in, he looks around the perimeter, you know exactly who he's searching for and you feel a dull burn in your gut. You think maybe it's not only the fire whiskey, you know this burn, you feel the jealousy churning it churns and churns and it burns and burns. You start to get angry 'cause you know that nothing can happen between you and her when he's there, you know that you'll never be a saint like Saint Potter. Your anger rages deep inside you, but your face remains a mask of indifference. It doesn't matter that they can't see you or that they even know you are there, a Malfoy never show emotions
*And if you say this makes you happy,
Then I'm not the only one lying*
You see her waving at him, you see that she is happy, but when you glance into her chocolate eyes, you see that the happiness is not reflected there, you watch "The Irritating One" hug her as she returns the hug, still feeling the jealousy and the rage, you close your eyes to calm your breathing and when you open them you see that she's standing in front of you, Potter is sitting at the bar, but keeping a close eye on you. Your eyes focus on her again.
"Granger...is there something I can help you with?"
She looks at you, you look into her eyes, her emotions flashing in them, almost like a storm.
"Do you mind if Harry and I join you?" she asks you with a little uncertainty.
You are shocked at this request, but you were trained not to show emotions, so you keep up your façade of indifference, but you smirk it's the care free smirk that you've gotten so good at.
"If it makes you happy then do what you want." You say but secretly your heart is beating a hundred miles per minute. You don't want Potter there, but if that is the only way she was going to join you then you will tolerate "The Annoying one"
You see her motion for Potter, he comes towards your table, you move aside so that she can slide in next to you. You feel the heat of her body coming off in waves, you see her brown curls fall over her shoulder. You want to run your fingers through her hair...you know how soft it is, its as soft as the most expensive silk, you inconspicuously lean towards her, inhaling her scent, she smells like Vanilla orchids and something else, its her scent. You feel your trousers begin to tighten in the front, you close your eyes and you clench your teeth annoyed at the fact that you can't even smell her without getting a hard on. You want her so bad! You want to bend her over the table and fuck her into oblivion. You want to...your thoughts are interrupted when she says your name... "Draco?" she sounds worried. You open your eyes and unclench your teeth, you glance at her pink full lips and you feel your cock twitch as you imagine all the things that she can do with those beautiful perfect lips of hers you, she sees the desire in your eyes...she quietly gasps, you look up into her eyes, her face turns a light shade of pink, you smirk again...she wants you too...you can see the lust in her eyes. You hear someone clear their throat, bugger, you forgot that Potter was there. You draw your attention away and look at him. You see that he looks a bit upset, he is, after all, supposed to be her boyfriend. You want to snarl at him and fight him, you want to tell him to keep his fucking hands of your woman, but you hold your tongue and give him a small smile,
"It's been a long time Potter, how have you been holding up?" You wonder if he has fallen for your fake façade and wait for a response, you see emotions go across his face; he's like an open book.
"I'm doing quite well thank you."
You sit quietly and pretend to listen to what he is saying as he tells you all that he has been up to. You still can't believe that you betrayed your Father and Voldemort, but you love her and you wanted to be good for her, never mind that she was dating the Weasel at the time, never mind that she didn't trust you, never mind that you would more than likely lose your inheritance, no you didn't care about any of that...you loved her and God did you Love her and even though she didn't trust you, even though she didn't love you, it didn't matter...because of her you wanted to be good, you wanted to do what you could do help Potter defeat the Dark Lord.
*Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you
Can I lay in your bed all day*
You remember what it felt like to kiss her, you remember what it felt like to feel her body rubbing against yours...you remember the way she tasted, the noises she made when you were kissing her in the places that she loved. You remember her saying your name over and over again as you brought her to her peak. You remember what it feels like to have her long silky legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her over and over again, rubbing her in the right places kissing her with all the passion you held inside.
You are startled out of your revelry when you feel her hand resting on your leg. You try not to be obvious, but it's to late, he saw you jump and now you have to think of an excuse for your behavior, he asks you if you are alright,
"Yes, I'm fine just got a little chill, is it cold in here, or is it just me?" you try to play it off, because really you're not cold you're hot...she's stroking your leg and she keeps working her way up...you don't want her to stop but you stop her none the less, you gently grab her hand and hold in it place, she looks at you from the side of her eyes, and gives you a small smile. You focus on him and listen to a story he's telling, about his muggle family, it is amusing and you smile. Your absently stroking her hand, you feel her foot working its way up your leg. You look at her and give her a look; she knows what you are thinking. She knows that she will not be going home with Harry tonight but that she will be with you tonight. Harry gets up to go to the loo, here is your chance. You lean into her and whisper in her ear,
"You little vixen! Are you trying to get me to take you on this table with all these people and your boyfriend as witnesses?"
She smiles widely, and you know that's exactly what she was thinking too. You quietly laugh and lean in to kiss her, but you don't kiss her on the lips like she wants you too, you kiss her on the cheek. She shows her disappointment and you quietly laugh again,
"I don't think it's a good idea, love, what if Scar Head comes out and catches, us? I don't know about you, but I rather like my testicles attached to me, thank you."
You hear her harmonious laugh and you can't help but smile, it's the smile that only she is allowed to see, because she's the only one who can do that to you. Every time you're around her you feel like a little school boy, giddy with joy 'cause you caught your first frog or built your first tree fort. She made you feel this way, the way that no one else could make you feel...You feel loved, even if she is with Potter, you know that it's you she craves.
"Let's hold off until later tonight shall we?" she smiles and nods. You look up and you see Harry walking towards you two once again, you discreetly slide away from her and put a little distance between yourself and Hermione. Harry sits back down and finishes is butter beer. You offer to buy him another one, but he shakes his head,
"No thank you" he says "I have to be going now, I've got an early morning meeting with the Minister of Magic..."
You smile, knowing that soon it will be just you and her. You'll apperate to your flat and she'll meet you there.
"Okay, then. I guess I'll see you around. Bye Potter" you say.
"Goodnight Malfoy, Hermione, love, are you coming with me?"
She smiles at her boyfriend, you push down the feeling of jealousy that was working its way up when you heard him call her "love" you're grateful that your father taught you how to hide your emotions.
"No, I think I'll stay a little longer if that's okay."
"Of course, I will see you tomorrow. Take care Malfoy."
"You too, Potter."
You wait for him to leave then order one more fire whiskey for yourself and another martini for her. You two drink them down as soon as you can; she leans into you and whispers,
"I'm going to the loo; I'll meet you in your flat in 30 minutes."
You nod your head and can't help but grin, knowing what was going to happen next. You needed this! It has been too long since you made love to her.
*I'll be your best kept secret
And your biggest mistake*
You make your way to the bar, and pay your tab. You quickly walk outside and find the apperation point. You apparate to your flat and call for your house elf, you realize how lucky you are that you were able to withdraw all your funds from your account before the Ministry took it and you're even more grateful that Winky wanted to be your house elf...she didn't want to be paid, but you provided her with the things she needed and you treat her very well. You call for the house elf and she pops in front of you.
"Is Master be needing something, sir?"
You smile at the little house elf and say
"Yes, make sure the sheets on my bed are the green satin ones that Ms. Granger likes and please start a fire in the fire place, when you are through with that please have a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses waiting for us near the hearth. Once that is done I would like you to return to Hogwarts for the night and not to return until I call for you, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master sir. Winky be doing what you ask sir. Will there be anything else sir?"
"Yes, remember not word about Ms. Granger being here with me, to anyone. Rather than that, I think that is all. Thank you Winky."
"Winky is happy to be doing this sir, Winky is happy that she is able to serve you sir! And Master need not worry sir, Winky be keeping your secrets sir."
You watch the house elf pop out of site and you make your way to your bathroom. You don't like the smell of tobacco on your person, so you shower to remove the offensive smell and also you know that's what she is doing too.
You walk into your room, your towel wrapped around your waist
You reach into your wardrobe and pull out the robe that Hermione had bought you for your last birthday. The material is soft as her hair and therefore makes this your favorite one. You walk back into the bathroom and use a quick drying spell on your hair. You comb it next, but leave it natural, you don't slick it back like you normally do, 'cause you know she likes it this way, you know she likes to run her fingers through it. You make your way out to the living room when you hear a pop. You know it's her, because she is the only one who knows how to get around your wards, besides yourself. She walks towards you, wearing nothing but a pink silky robe. You know she isn't wearing anything under there...at least you don't think she is. You look near the fire place and find the fire roaring in it with a container of ice with the champagne sitting next to it. You pull her towards you, capturing her lips in a soft but passionate kiss. You pull away as she gasps for air...you see her chest heaving, her pink buds poking out of her silk robe.
"Merlin, I missed you! Do you know how bad I wanted to kiss you tonight in front of everyone! I need you so badly..." you whisper to her. She rubs her body against yours; you close your eyes and try to control your emotions. You pull away from her and walk to the champagne you grab a glass and fill it with the golden bubbly liquid. You hand her a glass and then fill yours up. She giggles because the bubbles tickle her nose.
You both take a sip of the golden liquid. You take her glass from her hands and you set both glasses down on the mantle. She leans into you and kisses you again, her tongue begs for entrance and you open your mouth. You can taste the sweetness of the champagne on her tongue. You gently suck on it and then move to nibble on her bottom lip, you hear her moan with pleasure. She is grinding against you again and this time you let the friction do its job. You feel your manhood start to throb with pleasure as your begin to feel light headed because of the sudden rush of blood to your nether regions. You untie the belt that is holding her robe closed; you see that she is indeed wearing nothing under it. You feel her hands on your chest, she gently grazes your nipples it causes you to shutter and goose bumps break out all over your body. You quickly pick her up and she squeals, you love it when she does that, you think it's so cute. You carry her to your bedroom, it smells of fresh laundered linen. You lay your lover down on the bed and untie your robe. It slides to the floor, you hear her gasp, she's excited and you know it feels good because you know its you that makes her this way, its you she desires, its you she gives her body too, if only she'd love you as much as you loved her. You start to feel sad and quickly push those thoughts away. This is neither the time nor the place for those kids of thoughts. You look at her, taking in her captivating beauty. You worship her she is your goddess. You lean down and kiss her on the neck you lick her in the spot right behind the ear, she purrs. You can't help but smile. You kiss your way down to her left breast kneading the other with your free hand. You suck in a rosy nipple she jerks her pelvis, brushing against your pulsating cock. You groan, you're not sure how much of this you can take, it's been too long since you've fucked her, too long since you've heard her mews of pleasure. You switch breasts, kneading the left one while you kiss her right one, again you suck in her taut nipple she jerks some more. You know that she can't stand it much longer you reach down to her dark patch of silky curls and you can feel that she is wet for you already, you kiss your way down to her belly button, nibble at her hip you work you way down to her hot womanhood, she's squirming, begging for contact, you inhale her musky scent, its her scent, the scent that makes you want to come on the spot, but you don't, it wouldn't be fun, after all, if you made a fool of yourself. You stick out your tongue and taste her womanly juices, she jerks her hips causing your nose to gently brush the little bundle of nerves, she wantonly sighs. You begin to lick her as she moans your name,
"Oh Draaacoooo...." You love the sound of your name on her lips, you lightly nip at her clit, she wraps her legs around your head, she grabs your hair, you know that she wants more, so you give her more. You stick one finger in her at first and begin to pump into her, then you stick in another finger she squirms and begins to move with the rhythm of your fingers. You try to stretch her a little further, because its been so long since you two have done this and not that you are bragging, but you are larger and thicker than an average Caucasian man, so you need to stretch her so that she can accommodate your girth. You stick another finger in, and move more rapidly, you know she's almost there, she moaning your name over and over again you bend your fingers to the spot you know well and she screams out your name,
"OH DRACO! OH MERLIN DRACO, THAT FEELS SOOO...."
You feel her inner walls clenching around your fingers, her juices from her orgasm pour out you quickly lean down and drink in her sweetness. It tastes like honey suckle, she's so sweet. Before she can be sated from her release you gracefully sit up and gently pull her towards you, you grab your cock so that you can guide it into her hot, wet core. You slowly push inside her and stretch her even more. You clench your teeth, oh gods she feel so good. Hot, soft and wet. You withdraw a little bit and you can hear her breathe deeper. You push back into her, slowly torturing yourself, you begin to pump inside her, in, out, in, out, you swivel your hips a little bit as you push in again, she whimpers. In, out, in out, you moving faster now, you're pushing into her harder. You can feel the tension building up inside you, you can feel the tightness in your balls, you want her to come again so you place your thumb on her clit and you press and rub, she screams out with enrapture her sheath clenching your dick so tight, that's all you can take you come hard, you see stars and feel all the tension leave your body as you shoot your seed into her womb hoping that some how you impregnate her, you know it's wrong to think that, but you can't help it, you love her you want her to bare your children. You want to be her one and only. You know that she is with him you know that, but you still have hope. You gently collapse on top of her, then move to the side, pulling out of her, you watch some of your cum pour out of her. She quietly murmurs a cleansing spell then she turns her body towards you and curls up to you, her head resting on your chest. You know that this was a mistake, just like the other times...but you can't help it. You feel her breathing evenly and know that she has fallen asleep. You kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent one more time and just before you drift off to sleep, you say,
"I Love you, Hermione"
*Keep quiet,
Nothing comes as easy as you.
Can I lay in your bed all day*
END...
A/N: Well there you all go! I hope it wasn't horrible! Please Review! I like constructive criticism, but not flames, they are just mean. Later all!
EF
A/N: So I had someone ask me a question about Hermione's intentions...there aren't any intentions, this is a PWP...but I am writing 3 parts to this, we are going to see that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Harry and when it comes to Hermione.
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