A/N: This is my first time writing smut, so please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism welcome! Enjoy ;)
"So you're back," Malfoy smirked, slowly standing up from the desk at which he had been studying in the empty classroom. He cocked his head to the side as his eyes eased their way over Hermione's tingling, already-flushed skin, or rather, what skin was showing from beneath her school robes. There he was, tall, solid, unbearably handsome- and seemingly not at all surprised by her presence.
She had already decided to give up on the facade of acting unaffected by him. She knew he would have seen right through it, anyway.
"What is that saying?" Malfoy purred, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice-"
"I'm not trying to fool anyone here, Malfoy," Hermione cut him off. "I'm not trying to fool you. I'm certainly not trying to fool myself. I was wrong, one time just wasn't enough. I want... more." Her eyes slid away from him, looking anywhere except into the piercing grey irises that were still skipping over her exposed skin. She could feel him roving her flushed cheeks, and she knew he could see the bead of sweat slipping down her neck. Damn her nerves! Damn his body, his lips, his hands...
She shivered slightly at the memory.
"More?" The corners of his mouth curved up, and he licked his bottom lip slowly. "I can most certainly... give you more."
Reaching back toward the desk he had abandoned, he grabbed his wand, muttered a locking spell on the door, and Silenced the room.
"Well, Hermione," - Hermione shivered again at that - "no need to look so nervous. I thought you enjoyed our first time together?" Malfoy looked mildly apprehensive at the prospect of her answer, his confident facade slipping slightly.
She finally looked up to meet his gaze. "I did. It was... incredible, Draco," she murmured, still blushing slightly but appeased to see that he was a bit nervous too.
He smiled at her. "We can take it slow. Not need to rush. No reason we shouldn't... savor this." Draco's eyes darkened a bit, still trying to control the intensity of his lust.
"Savor... yes," Hermione breathed as Draco slowly stepped toward her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders to slide her robe off. Always the proper student, her Gryffindor tie was knotted neatly at her throat and her skirt was at regulation length. She squirmed in her perfect uniform. He smirked.
"May I take this off?" He inquired politely as he tugged on the sleeve of her sweater.
"Y-yes."
"Good." He swept the sweater up and off of her body. How was it possible for her to be so warm but also for her nipples to be so hard? She felt as though she was melting from the inside out, a fire building in her lower belly.
"May I kiss you, Hermione?" Draco whispered as he stepped into her space, gently placing one hand on her cheek and the other on her low back, pulling her close.
"Yes," She whispered emphatically, and he closed the space between their lips.
Bliss
Oh, yes, this was what she had missed. No one could kiss her like Draco. Victor was fine for a first kiss, Cormac was a mistake (big, HUGE), and Ronald ended up being more like a brother than anything. But this...Draco. It was right.
"Do you feel it too?" He breathed against her lips, and then he began showering her neck with tiny pecks and licks. She arched into him.
"Yes," she smiled, "Yes I feel it."
"Thank Merlin, I was terrified I was the only one. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Hermione," Draco gasped as he loosened her tie and freed it from around her neck, continuing to mumble into her skin. "It's like I've been drenched in you, the essence of you. You've consumed my thoughts. I've always admired you, and honestly I envied you for quite a while when I was younger, but I didn't realize how much you really affected me until you got under my skin. I didn't think one taste would do me in, but Salazar, Granger, I don't know if I'll ever be able to get enough of you."
Hermione moaned as he licked his way down to between her breasts, sliding his hands to grasp her arse and pull her flush to his body so that she could feel how affected he was. She felt him, all of him, thick and rigid and even better than in her memories, pressed against her belly. She wiggled a little and he thrust reflexively back against her, releasing a small moan.
"Do you feel that? Do you feel what you've done to me?" Draco rasped, "I've been like this nearly every night since I had you. It was agony, wanting to run my hands over your skin again. I want to do that, Granger. I want to trace every scar on your body. I'll never be able to erase your scars, but I want to kiss them all and show you how brave you are to me. I want to kiss you and touch your soft skin and make you scream my name until you can't remember your own."
Hermione tugged his face back up toward hers and smashed her lips against his, "Draco, Draco!" She pulled at the hem of his shirt and he ripped it off. She ran her fingers over his slim but sculpted abdomen, over his Sectumsempra scars, onto his broad shoulders. He shuttered. Not done yet, Hermione dragged her hand back down his body, tracing the lines that shaped into a V between his hips, through the line of light blond hair that led to what she really wanted to touch. She bent down to place a kiss on one of his hip bones, and Draco gently grasped her wild curls with both hands, tilting her head up to look at him. Her large brown eyes stared into his smoldering grey ones and they just stayed there for a minute, speaking without saying a word.
After a bit, Hermione stood back up and pulled at his trousers, "Off."
Draco grinned at her, "Bossy," but shed them anyway. His arousal was even more readily apparent with only his pants on. "Fair's fair, Granger. You take off the rest too."
She huffed but tried to conceal her smirk, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping out of her skirt, leaving on only her lacy-yet-comfortable underthings and her knee-high socks.
"Salazar, witch, what seeing you in those socks and nearly nothing else does to me," Draco sounded strangled as his eyes heated once more and he returned his hands to her body.
Oh, Hermione knew what the socks did to him. She remembered clearly from last time how he had been very reluctant to strip them off of her. She had made sure that her light pink lingerie matched well enough with the white knee-highs.
Draco pulled her to him once more and walked them over to the wall, spinning her around so that he could lean her back against it. Hermione grimaced.
"Cushioning charm," they said simultaneously, then chuckled together.
"I've got it," Hermione muttered as she Accio'ed her wand and cast the spell wordlessly.
"Ughhhmm," Draco muttered with an accompanying groan as he buried his face in her neck, "So sexy when you cast nonverbally."
She smirked, "I know that's not the only time you like when I don't talk, Malfoy."
He groaned more loudly, "Witch!" and proceeded to slide one hand down her body. He could already feel the damp patch of her panties and kissed her lips fiercely while moving his other hand up into her curls.
"I can't wait to see you come, Hermione," Draco spoke as he rubbed her over her panties. "I've dreamed about the face you make when you do, and I swear there's not a better thing I've ever seen."
She gasped as he devoured her lips while simultaneously sliding her panties down. She could feel her excitement starting to drip down her thighs.
"May I?" he panted as his fingers edged along her wetness.
"Please!" she gasped, and his finger slid over her slit lightly. "Oh please, Draco, please please-"
"Shhh, I'll take care of you, I promise," he murmured as he slipped a finger inside of her. Her head tilted back against the wall in bliss.
Gently thrusting his finger in and out, he eased another finger into her while rubbing his thumb over her clit. He curled the fingers inside her up toward her front wall, and she felt him hit that spot deep inside of her that her own smaller fingers were never able to reach. He increased his pace, eyes never leaving her the whole time.
Hermione could feel the fire in her lower belly building; it was becoming a vortex from which she wasn't quite sure she could recover. Tingles were radiating from her clit with each pass of his thumb. Hermione could feel that she was going to come soon. She had learned last time that the phrase "seeing stars" was never so appropriate as when it was applied to Draco Malfoy giving pleasure.
"Eyes on me, Hermione," he said, but she could barely see straight. The tingles turned into fireworks that added to the firestorm, and her thighs shook.
"Yes Draco harder please," she panted, screwing her eyes shut and clutching onto him, "oh please yes yes just like that yes Draco yesyesYES Draco DRACO!"
The stars behind her eyes exploded and the fire swept through her whole body. She could feel her body pulsing and contracting hard, Draco easing her through it and whispering words of praise the whole time. He held her tightly to him as she came down from her high.
When Hermione opened her eyes, Draco was watching her with awe, adoration, and something a little bit more powerful that she didn't want to name. She raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips. "That was fantastic," she spoke as she stared into his eyes. "Can I have you now? Please?"
Picking up her wand, she cast the Contraception charm on herself and set her wand aside once more. She reached behind her to take her bra off but Draco held up his hand.
"Hermione, we don't have to. It brought me so much pleasure watching you come-"
"Draco," she stated, slipping off her bra and tossing it away, "I want you."
He stared at her a moment longer, than nodded his head.
Hermione's hand slipped down to grasp his hard length inside of his pants, and he groaned loudly. There was already a noticeable wet spot near the tip, and Hermione smirked.
"Cheeky," he chuckled, which quickly turned into a strangled moan as she gave him a squeeze.
"Hermione, I'm not going to last long, love. Watching you come nearly did me in," Draco gasped as Hermione continue to rub him up and down.
"Pants off," she whispered, so he slid them off, cock springing free and bouncing proudly in front of him. Hermione couldn't help but stare, and she took him in her hand. She slid her hand up and down, marveling at his cock's thickness and velvet strength as it became wetter by the moment.
"That's enough of that, Granger," Malfoy snarled as he swept her into his arms and backed her into the wall again. A moment later he had her hoisted up and his head was poised at her slick, hot entrance.
"Please," was all she said, and he plunged into her.
"Merlin, Salazar, gods," Draco had to stop for a moment to absorb the feeling of being inside of her once more. Her tight heat choking the life out of his cock felt just about as close to heaven as he could imagine. If he ever figured out whether there was a god, he promised to write them a thank you letter for Hermione Granger's cunt.
"Draco," she gasped, running one hand through his silken hair as her other hand clutched around his neck tightly. "Move, kiss me, anything!"
He chuckled and moved in to kiss her, hard and deep. Once they parted, before either of them could catch their breath, he withdrew and then plunged in again. She was made for him, it had to be.
"Do you understand how good you feel, Hermione? You're so tight, love. You're so wet. You're squeezing my cock; I don't think I'm going to make it out of this alive, and I'll be happy to go this way," he choked out, speeding up his thrusts. Already Hermione could feel her body preparing itself for another climax, the tingles returning tenfold and the fire building again.
"You feel- oh fuck, just like that, love - Even better than I remembered. How is that possible? I swear, we were born to do this with each other- fuck, fuck - and I don't think I can leave you after this, Hermione. I only want- oh gods, fuck, you're so wet, do you hear that? How wet you are? - I only want to do this with you."
His thrusts gained even more momentum as he buried his face in her neck and clutched her tightly to him.
"That is- yes love, yes sweetheart, just feel it, just feel me. Fuck, there can't be anyone else, Hermione, there can't be anyone else for me. You're it, fuck, yes, only you, yes yes come for me, love, that's it, come yes! Please fuck fuck yesyesyes oh fuck HERMIONE."
He pulsed into her, pulling her thighs down hard around his cock as he released his warm wetness as deep inside of her as he could. Her cunt continued to contract around him and wring his climax from him as she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately.
"You meant it?" Hermione panted. "You meant what you said about us being together?"
Draco closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, taking heaving breaths and feeling absolved for the first time in a very long time.
"Yes, Hermione Granger- love - I meant every word."
A/N: This was my first time writing smut... How'd I do? :)