'I'll do anything you want me to do,' he said to reassure her. Hermione smiled, relieved that Draco wasn't pushing her too far. She knew that she would get scared and run out again, and frankly she was tired of running.
She wanted Draco, so much. It psychically ached. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her, just so she knew that she was the only one for Draco. They loved each other, and she wanted him to know that she wanted to be him in the most intimate way.
Just the thought of Draco filling her was too tempting a thought. And he was standing in front of her getting naked.
He had just taken off his shirt and was slowly teasing her by taking off his school pants in a slow manner. Hermione quickly lost her breathe. Draco was wearing silk boxers, the shade of a forest green. The color for Slytherin.
She blushed and looked down, undoubtedly noticing the bulge in his boxers. Something was coming to life. She would have ran for the hills but Draco was looking like he wanted to eat for dinner.
Draco was about to remove his knickers when he caught the look on Hermione's face. A look of absolutely lust and love. If she wasn't looking him like that, he would have thought that the whole bit with the Weasel and her afraid of sex was a bunch of a rubbish.
Maybe it was sex with Weasel, because if he were in that situation he would have been terrified of sex as well.
'Are you ready?' he asked quietly. Hermione nodded, and without answering started to take off her clothes. The robes did nothing for her appearance. She had a curvaceous body- one that didn't fill out but had enough structure to hold onto. Her breasts fit his hand perfectly, and her thin and short frame just managed to squeeze itself under his chin. She was perfect.
'You're beautiful, 'Mione,' he murmured, helping her out of her blouse. The white cotton bra although pristine left little to the imagination since her whole breast was practically spilling out the top. The white knickers did little to hold her innocence. She was an angel – with enough courage to be labeled wanton, only by him though.
'Do I?' he asked, gesturing to his boxers, which he hasn't taken off, for her benefit.
She was starting to looking afraid, and he didn't want her running off if that meant he had to chase after her naked. She slowly nodded. She looked so comfortable near the door in only her knickers and bra, he motioned for her to come over and sit.
She complied. He was pulling off his boxers, looking into her eyes the whole time to make sure all goes well.
It wasn't about just laying Hermione anymore. It was about loving her because she deserved her. It was about making her feel something so wild and inhibited that slowly it'll make everyone at school realize that they misjudged the smart one for a responsive one. Who wasn't so consumed in studies, who had time to just be free and have fun in life.
He was going to make it his sole duty that by end end of tonight Hermione will only know pleasure wit him and him only. This wasn't a one-time thing. He wasn't going to run afterwards and brag about what a tasty little treat she was. He had more respect for her to realize that maybe she was the one for him. The one that he was supposed to be with.
The boxers landed around his feet. And the look on Hermione's face was comical. She looked like fish out of the water. Mouth open, eyes bulging, trying to suck in as much water to survive.
He chuckled, and snapped Hermione out of her trance. 'It'll fit, don't worry.'
She didn't look any less worried. He moved towards her. Grabbing her shoulders, and making her look at him. 'I'm not going to hurt you, and if right now you say you don't want to anymore, we'll stop. I want you to trust me,' his voice was soothing, relaxing.
'I know, Draco,' she looked down at him again then at his face, and kissed him. And he kissed back, with everything inside of him, he didn't want to frighten, he swore to himself that he would never hurt her, but Merlin, he couldn't stop kissing her.
Her tongue timidly touched his. This was the first time that she kissed him on her own free will, and he wasn't disappointed. He knew she was inexperienced, but he was there to help her. His tongue immediately touched hers, slowly prodding, till she moaned. Then gentleness seeped into something more violent.
His teeth clashed with hers, his tongue swirled around meeting with as much as he could. Her breathe smelled minty and something uniquely Hermione, just like the scent on her body. She moaned again, and he thought he was going to die right there.
He started nibbling on her lips, sucking her tongue, while he held her face in his hands. He pressed closer against her, hearing the little gasp when she felt his erection near her private parts. His lips moved further down, sucking on the delicate spot on her neck, her breathing hitched and he took complete enjoyment of knowing he would do this for her.
Cupping her breasts, the nipple was partially at view, he took the bra straps and gently slid them down till he full chest popped out at him. Oh Merlin, it was better. Her breasts were perky and nipples were rock hard from the draft in the semi- cold room.
'Let us continue,' he whispered against her ample bosom.
She just moaned. He smiled.
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