A/N: *tiptoes into the room*

*holds out a naughty little chapter*

*winks as you take it*

xx-Kitten.

Give Unto Me

By Kittenshift17

Chapter 14: Sleepy Seduction

Hermione woke feeling a little stiff, with someone's arms curled tightly around her body, and a nose buried in her hair. Her face was pressed into a warm chest that smelled of bergamot and apple, and she stretched languidly before nuzzling closer into the snug embrace. A low groan from the wizard in question made her lips twitch even as she kept her eyes closed and Hermione shuffled closer across the mattress before her mind began to catch up with the fact that neither Harry or Ron smelled of bergamot and apple.

Opening her eyes, she was treated to the sight of pale skin stretched over lithe muscle and Hermione tipped her head just far enough to catch sight of a pointed chin, square jaw, and platinum blond hair.

Malfoy.

She didn't bother trying to jerk out of his hold when she realised it was him, knowing she'd fail when he was holding her so tightly, and knowing it would just make everything that much more awkward if she didn't begin getting used to him. She was going to be shagging him in short order and raising a child with him thereafter. She needed to get used to the idea of sharing a bed with him, even if it was something of a shock at this early stage, to find herself curled possessively into his hold.

And it was a particularly possessive hold he had on her, as evidenced by the fact that his hand was gripping her arse tight, holding her snug against him. His thigh had been inserted between both of hers, her leg looped over his hip and her arm wrapped around his back.

"You're staring," he murmured though he hadn't opened his eyes or indicated that he was awake.

Hermione felt a pulse of desire race through her at the sound of his voice so low and roughened by sleep first thing in the morning.

"You're pretty," she blurted without thinking.

"'Ruggedly handsome' is the term we wizards prefer, Granger," he smirked, not opening his eyes.

"Oh, my apologies," Hermione rolled her eyes, though she found herself grinning profusely.

"Apology accepted," he muttered. "Now, hush up and let me sleep, woman."

Hermione snorted in amusement.

"You have hold of my arse," she pointed out.

"Mmmm," he hummed, flexing his fingers and squeezing her bum appreciatively. "So, I do."

He used the grip to scoot her even closer to his body and Hermione's cheeks brightened when doing so brought her into contact with a part of him that seemed rather eager to make her acquaintance. He hummed a second time, obviously still mostly asleep when he prodded her with the appendage and Hermione's cheeks warmed considerably when he rocked his hips a little, using his grip on her arse to pull her even closer until he could slot that part of himself in between her legs to brush gloriously over her cloth-covered core.

Closing her eyes and thinking that maybe she ought to tell him not to push his luck, Hermione wasn't sure what to do with the fact that she kind of wanted him to push his luck. She'd always been a fan of a languid morning shag, and unlike yesterday, she wasn't waking in pain from residual cramps. In fact, from the whispers of desires coursing through her blood, Hermione was thinking she was actually rather horny this morning, and she wondered if Malfoy would shag her right there.

Part of her brain was pointing out all the reasons they should wait, but the other part was reminding her of everything he'd said last night about the likelihood of pregnancy ruining her body forever, and she was kind of thinking it would be wrong not to make the most of every opportunity. With that in mind, Hermine rocked her hips a little in return, appreciating the indrawn breath he took as his hand tightened reflexively on her arse again.

Nuzzling closer, Hermione trailed the tip of her nose across his chest and along his collarbone before tracing her lips over his neck. She gloried in the faint rasp of his morning stubble, shivering in delight at the feel.

"Don't tease me, Granger," he muttered into her hair, rocking his hips again and creating the most glorious friction against her core.

"I'm not teasing," Hermione murmured in reply, her eyes closed and her heart beginning to race inside her chest at the thought of saying something so bold and the thought of letting him have his way with her.

Merlin, if he kept grinding against her like that, she was going to have her way with him!

A very low, triumphant chuckle escaped Malfoy as she trailed a line of kisses up the length of his neck, heading for his lips, and it occurred to her that she was thinking about shagging him even though she'd yet to do so much as kiss him. But Merlin's little green apples, right then all she wanted to do was kiss him. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, and to forget that this might all be awkward later, and just let him ravish her until that throb in her nethers and that low heat sparkling in her belly was sated.

Malfoy groaned softly when she rocked against him again while she pressed her lips to the point of his chin.

"You're not making this easy, Granger," he muttered, clutching her tighter.

"Making what easy?" she asked. "I don't think it gets much easier than right now, Malfoy?"

He opened his eyes, tipping his head until their lips were less than an inch apart.

"You said you wanted to be snogged senseless on top of the Eiffel Tower," he murmured. "I was trying to save snogging you until then."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise when she realised he'd actually been listening to her when she'd mentioned those things, and she trailed her eyes over his face carefully, drinking in his handsome features greedily.

"You…" she began.

He offered her a rather self-deprecating smile and shrugged his shoulders just a bit before rocking his hips again and almost making her lose her train of thought.

"I listen," he offered. "Even when you don't think I'm listening, I listen, Granger. That's my secret to making a witch happy."

Hermione felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth in spite of the shock coursing through her.

"You were trying to talk your way into the shower with me last night, but now you're telling me you wanted to hold off on snogging until we got to France."

He smirked. "Well, I'm planning to take you to France today, actually, and I happen to know that it's possible to seduce someone without snogging them even once, Granger. I could've hard-fucked you into the wall of that shower without even looking at your pretty face."

"Oh, delightful," Hermione said, though her body tingled with need at the very thought.

"It would have been," he muttered, his eyes trailing down her face to rest hungrily on her lips.

"Do you still mean to hold out on snogging me, then?" she asked. "I seem to recall a speech about how all too soon I'd be getting stretch marks and puffy ankles and…."

She was cut off when he closed the distance between the two of them, brushing his lips hesitantly over hers. Her eyes fluttered closed to learn how soft his lips were, delighted by the feel of him kissing her so gently. She'd expected him to be rough, but he wasn't. For the longest time as they laid there, he simply moved his lips over hers. Maddeningly, he nibbled her lower lip before finally licking at the seam of her lips, requesting entrance.

Hermione granted it. Parting her lips, she darted her tongue out to meet his and she felt the way his cock twitched between her legs in response as he smoothed his tongue along the length of hers for the first time. Hectate's hellions, but Hermione suspected she might be melting right there in his embrace. If she'd known he could kiss like this, she was sure she'd have looked right past all that blood prejudice and bad-feeling between them in their younger years.

Tightening her grip on him, Hermione pulled him closer, rocking herself against him needily, kissing him harder. When he rolled the two of them, crawling on top of her and pinning her to the mattress, Hermione thought she might just die a very happy girl. Without thinking, she found her legs wrapping around his lean waist, and he groaned into her mouth, grinding against her needily. She snogged him until they were both dizzy, her hands tangled in his hair and pressing him to her needily.

He was breathing hard when he broke the kiss, rocking against her.

"Bloody hell, Granger," he muttered into his neck. "Please let me have you now?"

She had no intention of denying him. Smoothing her hands down his back and arching under him, Hermione nodded her head in acquiescence.

"Thank bloody Merlin," he muttered before snogging her soundly once more.

Working her hands over his skin, Hermione snagged her fingers into the waistline of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. He kissed her maddeningly, his tongue dancing with hers and making her see stars as he rocked against her needily. Hermione's breath came in ragged little gasps when he broke the kiss to peel her shirt off over her head, leaving her bare but for the knickers she wore, and she trembled only a little when he held himself off her long enough to drink in the sight she made.

"Fuck," Malfoy whispered, his eyes tracing over her skin hungrily before he lifted them back to her face.

Hermione quivered when he leaned in and kissed her soundly once more, tracing his hands over her body until he cupped her breasts in both hands, making her arch into the touch when spears of desire pulsed through her nipples, down into her belly, and centred at her core. Merlin's beard, she wanted him to ravish her.

"Stop teasing," she said, breaking the kiss when she pulled his boxers even further down, trying to rid him of them.

He returned the favour, his hands leaving her breasts to slide over her taut stomach before hooking into the waistline of her knickers.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked when they were both naked, and Hermione marvelled at the fact that even now, he was being considerate and probably willing to deny himself if she told him she wasn't ready after all.

"I'm sure," Hermione nodded. "Are you?"

He pulled back just a little, his eyes tracing over her face carefully. For one long minute, he didn't look all that sure and Hermione's heart clenched inside her chest, wondering how she might handle it if he told her he didn't want to shag her yet. Merlin, what if he didn't want to shag her at all?

"There's no going back after this, you know?" he said, carefully lowering himself back down on top of her until she was pinned to the mattress beneath him.

"I know," Hermione nodded.

"Do you?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

She nodded again, frowning a little. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to, Malfoy."

He gave a low chuckle at her words. "Does it feel like I don't want to do it?" he asked, grinding his erection between her legs and making her crazy when she felt the heat pouring off him.

Hermione bit her lip, holding his gaze for another long moment.

"If you want to do it, then stop teasing me and do it, Draco," she said, carding her fingers into his hair and rolling her hips against him, drawing a low groan from his lips.

"Bloody hell, witch," he muttered, his eyes darkening with lust before he leaned in and captured her lips once more, snogging her like he couldn't get enough of her. Right then he snogged her like she was the air he needed to breathe. He snogged her like he loved her, and Hermione kissed his back just as intensely. Her mind was racing, her blood fizzing with desire and her core aching to be filled.

She whimpered when he wormed a hand between their bodies, curling it around her sex and simply pressing for one long minute as though testing her resolve to go through with this. Hermione arched into the touch, rocking her hips, desperate for more as she reached for his cock. Curling her hands around the silken steel rod, she drew another groan from his lips and she smiled smugly when he broke their kiss to pant raggedly even as he gathered a little of the wetness between her thighs before pumping his fingers into her slick well.

"Oh, God," Hermione moaned, her head thrown back against the pillows at the delightful feel of being touched so intimately.

"Such a responsive little thing, aren't you, Granger," Malfoy chuckled huskily.

Hermione punished him by curling her fingers tighter around his cock and beginning to pump her hand up and down.

"Fuck!" he cursed breathlessly, his hips twitching in response to the sensation.

He pumped his fingers into her faster; harder; his knuckles bumping against her throbbing centre before he curled his fingers inside of her, beckoning and drawing another ragged moan from her lips.

"Gods, Malfoy, stop teasing," Hermione panted when she could barely stand it another second, the coils of desire curling tighter and tighter, threatening to snap free before he could even bury himself inside of her.

He emitted another of those low, triumphant chuckles, but Hermione was too close to release to care. She whined when he withdrew his fingers, pushing her hand away from his cock before he crawled back over her more fully. Hermione wrapped her legs around his lean hips, letting him fidget for a moment as he aligned their bodies.

He didn't stop to ask again if she was sure she wanted to go through with it, or to confirm that she was ready. As soon as their bodies were aligned he pushed forward, sinking into her, impaling her gloriously and Hermione saw flashes of lightening behind her closed eyelids as he sank into her until he was fully sheathed.

"Fuck," she heard him whisper against her neck when he buried his face there as though he couldn't bear the pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Hermione rolled her hips under him, desperate for friction.

"Fucking hell, Granger, you're killing me," he muttered against her skin before kissing her neck and slowly withdrawing almost all the way from her before pushing forward, burying himself inside her once more.

Hermione moaned softly at the feel of him tunnelling into her, rocking her hips and digging her heels into him, trying to draw him deeper, never wanting to let him go. He did it again, taking his time pulling out and thrusting forward once more, working her into a frenzy as he slowly picked up the pace.

"Oh, gods," Hermione whimpered, tossing her head from side to side as he continued to lick and kiss and nip her neck, making her crazy as he took her against the soft mattress.

"Come on, Granger," she heard him rasp out huskily. "Come for me, beautiful."

The sexy encouragement made her clench with need, drawing hisses from both of them and he thrust into her harder, again and again until he was slamming into her hard enough to make the breath huff from her lungs.

"I'm… I'm…" Hermione gasped, panic rising within her and the tidal waves of endorphins crested before slamming into her hard enough to draw a low groan of satisfaction from her lips.

"Brilliant," she heard him gasp against her neck as her whole body clamped around him before spasming and clenching rhythmically as her orgasm swept through her.

He lost control, then. His thrusts grew erratic and his breath came in sawing gasps before he slammed into her hard once; twice; a third time before holding firm as the orgasm washed over him too, emptying into her hungrily. He collapsed on top of her when he was done, and Hermione's fingers danced over the pale expanse of his skin, a little satisfied smile stealing across her face. They laid together panting as they tried to get their breath back and Hermione found she rather liked the feel of him on top of her and buried inside of her. In fact, she was thinking that if it would always feel this good, she wouldn't mind spending who knew how long shagging Draco Malfoy.

"You alright?" he asked her quietly after several long minutes of silence.

"Mmmm," Hermione hummed. "I'm great."

Draco laughed, lifting off her to prop himself up on his elbows so he could peer into her face. He was grinning, Hermione noticed, and she found she rather liked it when he smiled rather than smirked.

"Think you can handle having me do that again and again until I get you pregnant?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

Hermione's cheeks turned pink.

"I think I could handle you doing that again and again even after you get me pregnant," she admitted and his eyes widened in surprise before his grin grew even bigger and he leaned down to steal a breathless kiss from her lips that made her think that just as soon as they were able, they should do it all over again.