Even as she waited impatiently for his lips to touch her, Hermione was fuming inside. She knew that she was going to like it - there was no way in hell that she would be letting him touch her that way if she didn't think she was going to enjoy it. But that didn't mean that she wanted the arrogant bastard to rub it into her face - and she'd bet any money that he was perfectly aware of that and had just said it to irk her. She was about to say something but then his lips were touching her skin and she lost track of all thoughts.
He ran his tongue down over the swell of her breast, then swirled it in ever narrowing circles around her nipple, drawing ever closer in a long lazy spiral that seemed to go on forever, teasing her until all her senses were screaming in anticipation.
Draco felt Granger tense beneath his tongue as her breathing quickened and grinned. He liked the way she responded to the slightest touch on her skin, the way her breathing sped up and especially the way she moaned softly in the back of her throat. Who would have known that she would react this way? He swirled his tongue around her nipple, then drew it into his mouth to suck on it, flicking his tongue gently across the very tip of it.
He could feel the eager tension in her body, and with another girl he might have been eager to take advantage of that. After all, sometimes there was nothing better than quick, hot sex - the rush of adrenaline and the feeling of two bodies moving together to the kind of hard orgasm that left you breathless.
But this was Hermione Granger. The bossy, know it all girl who had always been the pebble in his shoe, the thorn in his side, so to speak. Always getting the right answers in class, always looking so perfect as she helped Potter and Weasley to one victory after another.
At least at first she hadn't even been worthy of his attention - he had figured hey, at least her intelligence made up for the lack in the looks department. But then since fourth year she had slowly gone through a transformation, ending when she came back this year looking like a goddamn sex goddess. She didn't even have to wear anything special, just the site of those long legs of hers peeking out from underneath the short school skirts and the long robes that they had to wear was enough to drive him nuts.
And he was going to make her pay for the way he reacted to her. He wasn't going to flatter himself by thinking that she liked the way she reacted to him, but he was sure as hell going to use it to his advantage.
He slid his left hand up from where it had been stroking idle circles on the taut flesh of her stomach to cup her other breast. His fingers moved over her skin gently and he teased her nipple with his index finger, circling around it and then lightly stroking the tip.
Hermione's head fell back and she moaned at the sensations that were running through her body. Malfoy might a conceited jerk, but she had to admit that he knew just how to touch her in that way that would drive her wild.
When he lifted his mouth from her she brought her head up to study him impatiently, and he grinned to himself. He wanted her impatient - wanted her eager. Because he was going to take his time and enjoy every last moment of this.
He blew lightly on her nipple, cooling the wet heated flesh, and was rewarded when her eyes closed and she sighed softly. He slid up to press a rough kiss to her lips and as she eagerly parted her lips before his seeking tongue, he felt one of her hands come around to touch his back.
Hermione shivered as her bare back came into contact with the smooth polished wood of the table. Under the pressure of Malfoy's kiss she had leaned back, and now she was lying flat on the cool surface. His tongue was swirling around hers as she moved her hands over his back. He still had his shirt on, the crisp fabric rasping gently against her bare skin. Underneath her fingers she could feel the muscles of his back, and she itched to feel them without the barrier of fabric inbetween.
As Hermione's hands ran over his back and he felt her fingernails lightly dig in, Draco felt his impatience growing despite his effort to take things slowly. He lifted his head, and grasping Granger firmly around her slim waist, he lifted her and set her further back on the table. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he quickly discarded his shirt.
Hermione drew in a breath as Malfoy stood and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, then tossed it carelessly onto one of the library chairs nearby. His skin was tanned a golden brown, and for a moment she wondered just where he had been that summer to get that much sun. His shoulders were broad, just as she had observed on the Platform, and as he moved she could see the muscles ripple underneath the skin of his chest. Letting her eyes drift lower, she was not surprised to see a killer set of abs, and her fingers itched to touch them.
Draco watched in amusement as Granger's eyes ran over him.
"Like what you see, Granger?" he asked.
"Not bad, Malfoy," she said. "Daddy been putting his precious little boy to work?" she asked mockingly.
He chuckled, choosing to ignore her comment. He knew perfectly well she didn't give a shit about where he had gotten those muscles she was gazing so intently at - just that he had them.
As he stepped closer to the table, for a moment he stopped and considered the situation.
All around them rose the high stacks of books that Granger had previously spent many hours among, doing homework or extra studying to keep her role as teachers pet. She had probably even studied at this table, Potter and Weasley of course by her side. In fact, she'd probably study there again.
But what they were studying right now would never be taught in any class at Hogwarts.
She was leaning back on her elbows, her hair pulled back from her face in a loose ponytail. A few strands of hair had fallen down alongside her face, and her eyes were wide and dark. The way she was leaning back on her elbows pulled the flesh across her stomach taunt, and lifted her breasts.
And very nice breasts they were, he thought. Full, round, and topped with rosy nipples that were just dying to be kissed.
Set against the backdrop of shelves and the smooth dark wood of the table, she looked as sexy as any woman he had ever seen before.
He was going to make sure that she never looked at that particular table, or even the library itself, in quite the same light.
With this thought going through his mind, he pulled himself up on the table. He had never had sex on a table before, but he figured it wasn't much different from the floor - just a few feet up in the air.
He lowered himself down on top of her. She gasped as their heated flesh came together for the first time, and he had to bite back a groan himself at how good her skin felt against his.
Ignoring the way her tongue came out to run along her lips in obvious invitation, he instead turned his attention to her neck once more, remembering clearly how she had reacted to his kisses there earlier. As he nibbled and licked his way down her sensitive skin, he was rewarded with a series of breathy moans escaping from her lips.
He reached her collar bone and continued working his way down the gentle rise of her chest, pausing to lightly nip her nipple, then swirl his tongue around it gently.
He continued this way down her stomach, enjoying the feel of her skin quivering beneath his tongue. He reached her navel and dipped his tongue in slightly, then pressed a heated kiss to the spot between the indentation and waist band of her skirt.
She opened her eyes and looked at him as he ran his finger underneath the band lightly.
He smirked at her. "You want me to touch you here, don't you, Granger."
It was a statement, not a question, and her eyes narrowed as she took this in.
"What if I do?," she retorted. She cocked her head to the side. "You probably want it just as much as I do, if not more."
He had to give her credit. Her heart was pounding with nervous excitement, he had felt its rapid pulse as he kissed his way down the slope of her breast. But even now she still managed to at least somewhat keep her cool.
He moved so that he was straddling her, and reaching down, cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling her erect nipples against his palms. Her eyes darkened and she arched her back into his touch. He chuckled and leaned down to take her lips in a rough, hungry kiss.
Then he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. "Trust me, Granger. Yes, I want to do this - especially since I'm going to make sure you call out my name before this night is over."
Before Hermione could say anything to Malfoy's little barb, he was trailing a line of hot hungry kisses down inbetween her breasts and down her stomach, pausing to trail his tongue around her navel once more.
Then his hands were at her skirt and Draco slipped his fingers under the band. She felt him begin to pull them down, and before she could stop herself, her hips were arching eagerly, allowing him to pull it down and over them. He slid them down and off her legs, which were still slightly spread.
After tossing her skirt onto a nearby chair, Draco looked down. Figures, he thought with an inward laugh. Of course Granger, being the neat freak that she was, would be wearing a matching set of underwear. Although he had to admit that the pale blue panties set off the creamy colour of her skin rather nicely.
He shoved her legs apart and knelt between them, then ran his hands up her legs. Her skin was smooth and soft, and he felt it quiver underneath his touch. As he reached her thighs he allowed his thumbs to graze over the sensitive area on her inner thigh, and heard her gasp.
Reaching the juncture of her legs, he ran the tips of his of his thumbs over her through her panties. The fabric was damp underneath his touch, obviously he was having an affect on her. He rubbed lightly with his thumbs at the top where he could feel where the two folds of flesh met and the little nub underneath, and was gratified when she gasped and her hips bucked upwards.
"Like that?" he asked smugly.
This time she didn't waste her breath arguing. "Yes!" she said.
He smirked and ran his fingers down over the fabric again.
Hermione gritted her teeth. Damn, she thought. How could he drive her so wild just by trailing his fingers down over her like that? Then she felt him hook his fingers under the bands at the side and slowly drag them down. As he pulled them off over her feet she wondered for a moment why he still was half clothed and she was bare except for her navy knee high socks and the shoes.
Then his fingers grazed over her again and all thoughts except one flew from her head: She'd kill him if he asked her if she liked it again.
Draco ran his fingers lightly up and down her moist flesh, feeling the wetness that was seeping out from between her folds. He dipped his finger inside and continued the movement, enjoying the way she gasped and shuddered.
You aint seen nothing yet, Mudblood, he thought to himself.
He shifted to lay by her side, and as he noticed the hardness of the wood beneath them, he muttered a small spell underneath his breath. A set of soft thick dress robes appeared underneath the two of them. Granger didn't even notice, her eyes were squeezed shut as he continued to trail his fingers over her.
He circled his finger slowly around her opening, then slid his finger inside. She gave a soft little cry that was lost as he leaned down and kissed her lazily. She was incredibly tight around his finger, her walls seeming to cling to him as he moved it slowly in and out. Then he crooked his finger towards him and rubbed gently.
Holy shit! This thought ran through Hermione's head as unable to help herself, her hips bucked upwards and her nails dug into Draco's back.
The previous summer her mother had made her work at a muggle convenience store that summer, and one day Hermione had accidentally walked in on one of her coworkers when he was watching something the muggles called porn. At the time she had been disgusted, not only by the fact that the guy was overweight and had a bad case of acne, but also by the language the girl on the screen was using.
But as Draco's finger continued to move inside her, stroking some spot that she had never been aware of before, she could completely understand why those women in the Muggle porn flicks had cried out the way they had.
Draco slipped another finger her, and she gasped.
"Nice and tight, just the way I like it," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning across her tingling skin, causing her to shiver even as she coloured with indignation at his words.
"There's...no...need..to" she said, little gasps punctuating her words as he nibbled on her ear. "Be...so crude, Malfoy!" she finished.
"A little dirty talk never hurt anyone, Granger," he replied. "And don't lecture me about it when I'm doing this."
As he spoke, his fingers rubbed a bit harder against that spot inside her, and she gave a little scream, her hips bucking up against him. Then he was sliding his way down her body, and she gasped when she felt him spread her legs a bit wider apart.
As he knelt between them, she looked at him. "What are you doing?" she asked uncertainly.
He gave no reply, but she felt his fingers on her again, spreading her apart to his gaze. She felt him blow gently on her, then his tongue flicked out to touch her.
"Holy shit!" this time she spoke the words out loud.
He continued on, first swirling his tongue slowly around her, then flicking it across her rapidly. As she shuddered uncontrollably, he ran his tongue down her folds, then delved inside her with it.
Hermione felt herself begin to sweat as a low, grinding pressure began to build inside her. She reached out to grasp his head, and at her touch he began to dart his tongue in and out of her more rapidly.
He paused once more to let his breath fan across her, and then once again continued.
Her breathing came faster and faster, and her legs began to tremble. Inside her something continued to build, and as her hips pressed up against his touch, she thought to herself that she would mostly die right on the spot if he did not continue what he was doing.
His tongue ran up her again to swirl around the little nub almost hidden by her skin, and then he began a slow steady sucking on it, first rubbing his tongue against her firmly, then letting it flick against her rapidly.
Hermione's back arched and her hands clenched convulsively in his hair as the tension inside her exploded, her hips bucking wildly, and she let go with a scream.
