Draco didn't know where Hermione was taking him, but he knew he definitely wanted to go. He had no idea how he went from lusting after the bushy haired girl to falling so over his head for her. He knew he did love her. The racing in his heart and the tingling in his palm were just the first signs.
If they were to make love tonight, he knew he could never leave her. Hermione was a virgin, and he didn't want her thinking that once he has had her that he would toss her aside. It wasn't going to be like this, he was going to take her on dates and to his Manor so she could see all the books and then we'll see where they go from there. Maybe marriage, maybe even kids.
Draco wouldn't mind that at all. A picture flashed in his mind, a little girl with brown busy hair and his startling gray eyes. He grinned like a Cherise cat.
'Hermione, where are we going?' even though anywhere was fine with him.
'Room of requirement,' she threw over her shoulder. He noticed that her skin had a flush appearance. Huh, she was thinking dirty things. Of all the things he could do to her. And that was a lot.
Teasing her sensitive skin on her neck , dropping nips on her lovely breasts, caressing her flat tummy and then going into forbidden territory and sticking his length deep inside her till she felt him to her very core.
His face broke out into a sweat. Her hair fanning the pillow, her chest heaving with deep breaths, her legs squishing together to stop the heat and ache from becoming prominent, the sound of his name coming off her lips. He touched his head, and tried to calm his excitement, even though he could feel himself pulsating.
'God, Hermione, you're making this really hard,' he said looking at the top of his pants. Hermione followed his lead and looked down there as well. She managed to get an even redder face.
'Sorry,' yeah, like that was going to help him. He was hard and throbbing, and he wanted to be in her so bad, and she was saying sorry, like it was never going to happen.
'You know? I am going to fuck you,' he said, walking into her as she had suddenly stopped.
He didn't care if they were in the hallway where everyone could see them, he didn't give a Merlin's ass that he was about to fuck Hermione right here if she didn't stop being so sweet and innocent.
'What?' she asked.
He pressed himself against her back, so she felt every part of him and muttered, ' I said I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make you scream, little girl.'
Hearing her pant just made this so much more easier. He took the lead, taking them up the stairs. Once they got to RoR, he opened the door and let them in.
'Draco,' she murmured breathlessly. She was leaning against the door, and Merlin, did she look seductive? Her skirt shifted a little, causing him to see more leg, and her white blouse all but flaunted her well endowed chest.
'Tell me Hermione, what do you want to do with me, right now?' he sat down on the bed in the corner, and waited for her to come to him.
'What?' she looked scared, like a deer in the headlight, as a muggle would quote.
'I know you want to fuck me, tell me what how exactly you want to accomplish that.'
'Um..mmm... I can't do this, Draco. It's too strange, ' she turned and opened the door, just to have to shut again.
'You are not going anywhere, for a very, very long time,' he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
'Did you want Weasel?'
'What?' she whipped around.
'I said, did you want the Weasel?' he pronounced each word.
'I thought I did at one time, at the beginning of our relationship, but he never tried anything and I didn't bother myself,' she looked him square in the face. He hated that she wanted someone other then him. Despised it, actually.
'Do you want me more then him?'
She nodded frantically, licking her upper lip, making him groan. Oh, the things this women could do. Drive a saint to Hell and back for wanting her. They were only 17 but Merlin, he wanted her for the rest of his life.
'What did you do with him?' he questioned, trying to hold himself back from touching her.
'He touched me and kissed me, that was it,' she looked down at her feet. And he looked pained, he touched her. HE TOUCHED HER. He knew that the Weasel did touch her, but for him to hear it, and see it in his mind.
'Tell me, right now, what you want from me,' he said, through gritted teeth. He could punch Weasel later, for touching what belonged to him.
'I want you to touch me,' she whispered.
'Where?'
'Right here,' she motioned to her chest. He stepped forward and cupped her breasts, through her blouse. She moaned his name, and he became even more hard.
'What now?'
'I want you to take off all your clothes,' she sounded daring, but he knew she was scared of what this might lead to. He was going to get naked anyway, because he wanted her to know for sure that he wasn't going to shag her and then leave. He wanted her to trust him implicitly.
'All right,' he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean pale chest.
She flushed more and he grinned evilly. She asked for him to get naked, and that's just what he would do.
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