Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Others
Genres: Angst, Drama, Humour, Romance
Story Warnings: Epilogue? What Epilogue?, Profanity, Smut
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione needs to get rid of her pesky virginity for her very own reasons. The solution to that is, of course, to make a list of the boys at Hogwarts to find out which one will suit her purpose best! Draco Malfoy is at first left off her list, but when he finds out and teases her about it, she realises that maybe he has a point--after all, who would be better to take her virginity than the most gossiped about skirt chaser at Hogwarts? He's not quite as willing as she thought he'd be, though. Written to fit a prompt.
Extra Note: Thank you to mazvn and cklls for the beta and dollfaced for the banner. :)
Chapter Length: 6,502
Hermione didn't bother to hide her smirk when Draco's eyes looked ready to pop out of his skull.
"Excuse me?" he sputtered.
"Yes, I do seem to excuse you a lot. I told you to strip."
He eyed her warily. "But—"
"I'm in charge here or nothing happens. After the way you scared me last time, I'm not taking any chances."
He immediately looked contrite. "Of course." Then he began hesitantly opening his shirt. "You know, this would be sexier if we were snogging meanwhile..."
"Or if you were doing a little dance." He stared at her again, horrified, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Relax, Draco, I'm only joking."
He seemed to relax somewhat and resumed his unbuttoning. "Could you be persuaded to take some of yours off as well?"
"Hmm..." She thought about it whilst running her hands down her sides and watching Draco's eyes begin to burn, no matter what he said about this not being sexy. "You get to choose one article of clothing that I will remove," she finally said.
"A pity you're not wearing your skirt today, because then I'd have said 'knickers'."
She bit her lip. Maybe if they were to do this some other time, it would be an option. "You have to deal with what's before you," she said, stretching out her arms and turning around." She was wearing common enough black trousers and a blue T-shirt with a modest square neck. It was regular clothes for her but possibly a little odd for him.
"I don't mind dealing with that..." he muttered. "All right, your bra."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "But in case you didn't notice, my bra is under my T-shirt."
"Thank you for telling me. I did in fact notice, but I've decided that I want to see you in summer mode. Also, I don't want it to get in the way. You said I could choose, so off with it."
Summer mode? What was he talking about? For a second, Hermione didn't get it at all, and then she remembered. She'd told him how she sometimes went without her bra in summer. He'd really remembered that? Partly to conceal a blush and partly to make certain he didn't see more than she'd allow at the moment, she turned her back to him and began removing her bra without removing her T-shirt.
"This angle is rather nice as well," he murmured behind her, making her blush deepen.
Damn it! Why was she suddenly acting so shy? She had to get a grip. She wasn't shy and she was finally getting what she wanted, so it was time to make him blush instead!
Draco couldn't help his grin. Hermione was finally showing more than a little modesty, not to mention shyness, and damn him if he wasn't enjoying it.
She turned back around, her breasts now slightly more bouncy, and narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm not laughing. I'm smiling."
"Your smiles don't usually involve that amount of teeth and sound."
"Today they do." He pursed his lips, looking her over. "Would you mind... moving around a little for me?"
She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not doing anything until you get a move on. You're even still wearing your shirt!"
He opened the last button and let it slide off his arms. "What shirt?"
"You're so bossy."
"And you like it. Open your belt."
He did like it, but he liked it even more when he caught her off-guard so she didn't have time to put on a front of impenetrable self-confidence. Still, he'd better let her have her way, so without taking his eyes off her face, he opened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, before pushing them down and stepping out of them.
"Ooh," she said, her eyes firmly fixed at his groin. "I can tell you like this."
"Nah," he replied. "I like you."
That unbalanced her enough that she looked up at his face and caught his eyes. Then she shook her head. "No lines, Malfoy."
"You don't think I want you?" he incredulously asked.
"Yes, of course I do. But I don't think you like me. Those are two very different things."
He stared at her in confusion. Hadn't she paid attention earlier? He thought he'd made it quite clear that there were several things about her that he both liked and lusted after. "Why don't we make a deal tonight, Granger."
"Yes. We don't lie and we don't question whatever the other one says."
Her eyebrows immediately went up. "What kind of deal is that?"
"The kind that makes this go a whole lot better than me having to defend everything I say to you."
She nodded. "Point taken. Now take off your underwear. Oh, and socks too."
He stared at her. "No way!"
"Hermione... You're still fully dressed!"
"Mm-hmm. The sooner you get undressed, the sooner you'll get to undress me."
He would get to...? Hesitantly, he pulled off his socks. "You really expect me to stand naked before you?"
"Will you stand naked before me, then?"
"Maybe later. If I get undressed now, the whole point of letting you choose one article of clothing that I should take off seems to be lost, doesn't it?"
"I don't mind."
"Of course not." She looked at him expectantly.
He sighed and pulled down his underwear, fighting the urge to cover up with his hands. If she wanted to see him, then she could bloody well see him without him giving her the satisfaction of being embarrassed about it.
"Ohh," she said, staring again. "How big are you? Do you know your measurements?"
He stared at her. "Do I... what? No, I don't know my bloody measurements."
She grinned. "Do you want to?"
"I swear to God, if you're going to whip out a ruler now..."
She held up her hands, all but laughing. "All right, all right... I guess we'll save that for some other time."
Some other time? He shot her an odd look. There wasn't supposed to be another time, was there?
"All right, you've been a good boy... now get on the bed."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes, Madam Granger."
"You just be glad I don't have a whip. Or a ruler."
He couldn't help but laugh as he lay down on his back. "I didn't know you were into those kinds of things."
"Maybe I am," she said, straddling him. "I won't know until I try it, will I?"
He grinned at her logic but then pursed his lips and looked down her body. "Hermione... one request."
"Could you please take off your trousers?"
"No, you already had one item removed."
"Please..." He slowly ran his hands up her thighs. "It would be so sexy with you in nothing but your knickers and shirt..."
"Hmm... will you be a good boy then?"
"Aren't I always?"
"No, not always." She gave him a very telling look.
Whoops. He'd momentarily forgotten about that. Talk about putting his foot in it at the wrong time. "I'll be a good boy. Or a bad boy if you want me to."
"Ooh, I like the sound of that!" she said, standing again to slowly unbutton her trousers.
"I like the looks of that..."
She shot him a wicked smile and leisurely began pushing her trousers down her hips. She seemed to be wearing a pair of those sexy semi-covering knickers again. He didn't mind at all. She certainly had the bottom for it.
"This what you wanted?" she asked, raising her arms and slowly turning all the way around until she was facing him again.
"Uh-huh," was the most intelligent answer he could think of.
"Yes, it certainly looks that way," she said with another wicked smile and then she pounced on him.
"Ungh! Watch where you're landing," he half-heartedly objected. She hadn't hurt him when jumping him, but the way her knickers caressed him... How was he supposed to last through that? Maybe asking her to remove her trousers had been a bad idea.
"Shut up and kiss me," she said and bent down to initiate a kiss that became far too intense, far too soon.
He raised his hands to try to still her and maybe get her to give him a moment's respite, but found that he was suddenly touching very warm, very smooth skin. Her thighs. He ran his hands up over her hips to her waist and she squirmed a little in place.
He broke the kiss, gasping. "Hermione, slow down."
"Then we can't have sex."
She rolled her eyes. "Not that again."
"No, I mean... It feels so good..." He swallowed. "Too good."
"How many times can you usually come?" she asked, nibbling his neck.
How many times? What kind of question was that? "I don't know. I don't usually hold marathons."
"What's your record?"
"I think... four times."
"And how many times have you come today?"
"None... although in retrospect, that was probably stupid."
"Not at all. That should mean you can come at least twice and still have sex with me."
"Then it might take all night."
"What a coincidence! I have all night!" She grinned at him.
He slowly shook his head in amazement. "You really are something."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No... not really. How many times can you come, then?"
"I think my record was five separate times, but once I get going I can come for a really long time."
His throat worked but his mouth was too dry to cooperate with the swallowing motion. "Really?" he finally croaked.
"Mm-hmm. After a while it's almost unpleasant. Like I become too sensitive and need a break."
"Uh-huh. So... how do you achieve this?"
"Last summer before the war, my cousin got me this... it's a Muggle device. Small thing that vibrates to stimulate the clitoris. It was meant as a joke, but..." She shrugged. "I decided to try it out. Unfortunately, it doesn't work here at Hogwarts and I don't know any spells to replicate it."
"That's... too bad." It really was. He would like to see her use that thing. The very thought of it... He pulled her head down to kiss her again. He needed to feel her. He ran one hand up her shirt to her breast and found it to be soft and naughtily peaking under the thin cloth.
"I was thinking..." she muttered against his lips. "Maybe we need more... foreplay?"
He drew back, giving her a puzzled look. What was this if not foreplay?
"I mean..." she said, her cheeks slightly pinkening. "I want to help you get... release."
Oh. "I... guess..." He felt both embarrassed and excited at the prospect. He'd really love for her to touch him, but he felt it might be slightly inappropriate to shout FUCK, YES!
"Maybe... Um..." She seemed to have a hard time voicing what she wanted. "Just lie back."
He nodded and she kissed him again, a little more gently this time, and then she trailed kisses down his neck and chest and stomach. The closer she got to his groin, the more he felt himself tensing up. He tried to relax, but he really wanted her hands on him. He'd thought about it so many times. Her drawn out journey down his body was pure torture because it kept fanning the flame without giving him much relief.
"Please..." he groaned.
"I like it when you beg," she whispered against his navel.
He could believe that. He really could. "I'll beg you all night if you like, if you just..."
"Mind if I try something?" she asked.
Did he seem like he'd mind? "No." As long as she did something, anything.
Finally a warm hand tentatively grabbed his shaft, testing the feel of it.
He was about ready to go off.
"It won't break," he grunted. "You can hold on tighter."
"Like this?" she asked and squeezed.
He couldn't help but laugh to himself. She was so innocent in her exploration. "Mm," he said, propping himself up on his elbows and still sporting a smile. "But generally, the stimulation is achieved by vertical movement."
She snorted and grumbled, "Smart-arse. Lie back!"
He did as told and was about to make another wise-crack, when he felt something tickle his thighs and then something hot and moist engulfed his glans.
OH, FUCK, YES!
Hermione would've smiled at Draco's reaction if her mouth hadn't currently been very busy. She'd read that men liked this and had figured she might as well see if she liked it as well. It was a little odd, though. She'd read that she should avoid scraping him with her teeth, but they were kind of in the way. As was her tongue. And she was trying very hard not to drool all over the place.
Hesitantly, she began massaging him with her hand and then attempting a combined rhythm with her mouth. He bucked, completely throwing her off her rhythm, making her disengage before she accidentally took an inch or two off him.
"Hey!" she objected. "Lie still!"
"You can't be serious about that..."
"If you don't lie still, any teeth marks come at your own risk."
He winced. "Ow..."
"I haven't done this before..." she muttered. "I hardly know what I'm doing as it is." It certainly felt like she was doing something wrong.
"Trust me, you're doing brilliantly."
She looked up. "Yeah?" Of course she'd felt his reaction, but it was still nice to hear him praise her efforts.
He nodded and swallowed, his glazed eyes lending truth to the statement. "Yeah... I'll try to behave if you'll please try not to bite me."
She grinned and attempted to tackle the beast, so to speak, once more. This time it was slightly easier, as there was a bit more lubrication and he remained very still, even though she could hear his erratic breathing and see the muscles in his stomach constantly tensing and relaxing.
It felt very sexy to be the one to make him react like this. It also felt very sexy to be able to feel and taste in her mouth exactly how close he was to bursting.
It made her unable to resist thinking about how it would feel to have him sliding in and out of her elsewhere. Would it hurt? Would she enjoy it right away? Would he get that look on his face again and grab the covers as if he were afraid of falling off the bed?
How would it feel to have him coming inside her?
She felt his hands on her hair, his fingers twitching a bit but not quite grabbing onto her. Instead, he pulled the hair back from her face, so he had a better view.
"So... bloody... brilliant..." he grunted.
She didn't reply. It was kind of hard to chit-chat like this, after all, so she simply kept going at a slightly faster speed.
She felt him tense and grab her arms and then he made a rather unintelligible sound right before something warm and oddly textured hit the back of her mouth.
She withdrew in surprise, enjoying the look and feel of his climax, but unsure what to do about... it.
"What?" he asked, when he had enough presence to notice her doubting look.
She held up a finger to say just a second as she tried to get her throat to work and swallow. She couldn't do it. It was warm and... it had living things in it and... once more making the one second motion, she bolted from the room.
Draco felt back on the bed with a groan. That had certainly gone well. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but he didn't think that the witch running out of the room was supposed to be any part of a successful sexual act.
She came back a few minutes later, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry about that."
He stared at her. "What happened?"
She shook her head. "I just... had to clean my mouth."
"That bad, huh?"
She shrugged. "It was unexpected. Maybe it won't be a problem another time. But you should warn in the future to be safe."
In the future with her, or in the future in general? Either way he supposed it was sound advice. "Yeah, I will." If he had the time for it. He'd only known he was coming right around the time it happened. "That was a mood-breaker, huh?"
"Nuh-uh..." She climbed back on the bed and took his hand to navigate it down between her legs outside her knickers as she lay down next to him. "It was very exciting to see you come..."
"Mm-hmm... You looked like you very much enjoyed it."
"Sometimes your observational skills astound me, Hermione," he teased, feeling more relaxed around her than ever before. Who knew coming in her mouth could do that?
"Don't be cheeky!"
"I'd never..." he muttered, moving his hand a little and making her gasp.
"You shouldn't do that," she half-heartedly objected.
"Because I want to save it for the sex. It's going to be harder for me than you to climax."
"But won't it hurt less if you're more relaxed?"
"I could see if I'm any good with my mouth..."
"How do you know?"
"I've kissed you."
With a reply like that, he had to kiss her again. Mmm... Sunshine and passion. And mint. He couldn't help but smile that she'd apparently brushed her teeth.
"A very talented mouth," she purred against his lips, pressing against him and making him aware of her curves once more, not to mention the hot damp place his hand was pressed against.
He moved it again and she withdrew slightly. "No! Bad Draco!"
"Admit it. You want me to be bad," he said with a grin.
"I want no such thing," she claimed, climbing onto him again, taking his wrists and pressing them down on either side of his head with her hands. "In fact, I seem to recall always asking you to be good."
"But that's not fair. You're very, very bad all the time."
"I get to be bad. I filled my goodness quota for a few years."
"Is that so?"
"Intriguing. All right, then. I'll be good if you promise to be bad." He squirmed a bit under her to let her know that he wasn't unaffected by her.
Her eyes widened a little. "Haven't you ever heard about the refractory period?"
She snorted. "Guess not. Isn't it supposed to take a little longer before you can... go again?"
He made a small shrug. "I don't know if I can right now, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd lean down and kiss me."
She did. And she even allowed him to pull one of his hands free, so he could run it up her torso to feel her through her shirt. She blocked his path when he wanted to go under the shirt, though.
"Please take it off," he whispered against her lips.
She pursed her lips in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her smile and shook her head.
"I didn't think bad girls were shy..."
"I'm not shy."
"No, that's right. One of the first things you did was flash me your breasts. So why not take it off now?"
"Because..." she muttered, placing little kisses on the edges of his lips. "You'll become very eager to touch me everywhere, and I already said I don't want to come yet."
"You'll have to take it off eventually... That and your knickers..."
"Mm-hmm... I will. When I'm ready."
He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear so he could better see her. "Did you give any thought to how you want to do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... do you know what... position... will be easier on you?"
"Oh. Well. I'm not certain. I could find a lot of material on the general mechanics of intercourse and such, but I didn't really find a How to Lose your Virginity in the Most Painless Way."
He snorted. "You and your books. How do you want to do it?"
"Before last time, I would've said with you on top."
He flinched. He deserved that one. "What if we try some kissing with me on top and you can tell me if it's unpleasant?"
She hesitantly nodded and climbed off him.
"Can you please also trust me enough to remove your T-shirt?"
She bit her lip and fingered the edge of the shirt. "You'd better be trustworthy then."
She pulled it off and was finally down to only her knickers.
He very much appreciated that look on her.
He gently pulled her down next to him and then semi-covered her body with his, making sure to keep his weight on at least one of his elbows, so it wouldn't make her feel trapped.
Then he trailed one hand up her belly to her chest and gently caressed a breast. Much more gently than he knew he had last time. He'd been a real prick to her, then. "I really am sorry," he quietly said.
"I know. Don't worry about it."
He couldn't help the slight snigger. "You sound like a pushover now."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Me? A pushover? I think it's time you shut up and used that mouth for something you're actually good at."
"Yes, Madam Granger," he said like a very good boy and covered her lips with his, making certain she had absolutely no grounds for complaining in that area.
He quickly felt her hands move up his chest to massage his shoulders and then snake around his neck to draw him closer. She really did love her kissing, didn't she?
Reluctantly letting go of her breast, he sneaked his own hand down to feel her knickers again and she whimpered.
"No..." she said, shaking her head.
"Relax," he whispered. "I don't intend to try to make you lose control. I just... want to explore a bit."
Again, she reluctantly gave her consent, spreading her legs a little wider.
He was definitely up to performing again.
He let his finger follow the narrow lace trimming around the edges of her knickers, grinning when she jolted. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who could be ticklish. He then let one finger slip under the lace.
So hot. So damp. So irresistible.
Also, slightly confusing.
He actually wasn't quite certain exactly where anything could... go in, so to speak. There seemed to be quite a lot of... decoys. Or maybe detours? He couldn't really tell what was what without looking more closely and he had a feeling she'd find that odd.
She grinned. "You look like one of those animals who knows they're supposed to do something during mating season, but can't quite figure out what."
He raised an eyebrow. "What animals would that be?"
"Really confused ones. Do you need any help? A map perhaps?" she teased.
He scowled at her. "Keep that up and nothing will happen."
"I'm sorry!" she said, giggling. "I really am. It was just that look on your face..."
"Uh-huh." He removed his hand.
"Aww, please don't be mad. Here, I'll take off my knickers." She did exactly that.
He was almost inclined to forgive her. "And where's my map, then?" he asked.
She took his hand. "I'll do better. I'll give you a guided tour."
Suddenly he couldn't remember why he was supposed to be offended. Her soft hand guiding him down between her legs completely filled his mind. She really did have a way of making a bloke forgive her.
Finding it best to hide her smile so she wouldn’t insult Draco again, Hermione made sure to bring his fingers near the exact spot he was probably looking for. “There...” she muttered.
“Will it hurt if I...?” He moved his fingers a little, seemingly itching to explore.
She shook her head. “Not as long as you’re careful and stop if I tell you to.”
Nodding, he very gently began exploring her folds, seeking out the source of the moisture and then hesitantly prodding a bit.
She couldn’t help but giggle again. “You can go further in than that.”
“But isn’t there a... thing... in the way?”
“It doesn’t completely cover up. How do you think I still bleed each month?”
“Ah.” He wrinkled his nose. “Speaking of bleeding from there isn’t all that sexy either.”
“That’s simply something you’ll have to deal with. I am likely to bleed a little tonight... Depending on the nature of my hymen, of course. Many women don’t bleed at all. But then again, many women don’t have intact hymens even if they’re virgins. I checked mine, though. It seems very much intact.” Oops, she was rambling a little. But she needed something to distract her a bit from how nice his fingers felt.
“Yes, with a mirror. You want to see it?”
“No, silly. The hymen.”
“How can you—No, never mind. I don’t really fancy seeing it.” He shook his head.
“You really are easily scared by biology, aren’t you?” Score two for unsexy foot in mouth. Maybe she should ask him to gag her?
“It’s not scary, just... odd.”
Odd? Odd? “It’s only odd because we’re taught to ignore the existence of female biology.” She gave him a challenging look.
He cleared his throat but didn’t rise to the challenge. “Right. Tell me if this gets uncomfortable.” He then slowly pushed one finger in.
It did sting a little, but Hermione didn’t comment on that. She’d have to take something both thicker and longer than the finger soon, so if anything, it was nice to have the waters tested a little first, so to speak. Also, apart from the sting, it felt really nice.
“How’s that?” he asked, his voice hoarser.
“New. Exciting. Arousing. Slightly strange. How does it feel for you?” She could hear her own voice had become rather breathless.
“Like I’m going to come the second I put anything but a finger in there.”
He was that worked up? For her? “Yeah?”
He nodded and rested his forehead against hers. “Some sex god I’m turning out to be, huh?”
“You’re doing quite well so far.”
“You’re so wet.”
“I want you so much.”
“I know. I can feel you.” She reached down to caress his length resting against her thigh.
He shivered a little but then sighed and removed his finger from inside her. It left her feeling empty and eager to be filled up again. “But I’m afraid to do it.”
That stumped her. “Why?”
“Despite of what it might’ve seemed last I came here, I don’t actually want to hurt you physically.”
“This isn’t something you can help.” She shook her head. He was making it sound like he was choosing to inflict pain on her. He wasn’t. He was choosing to have consensual sex with her, which would incidentally the first time result in a little pain. And if he was going to have second thoughts now, she would scream.
“What if I lose control and do it too roughly?”
“Then it hurts a little more," she conceded. "But it’ll pass.”
“Maybe you should be on top.”
She shook her head again. “No, I don’t want to do that. I read that when the woman is on top, the man enters her more fully, and if you were to buck up against me, I think it would be even more painful.”
He groaned. “Is there no way to get rid of that thing before sex?”
“There is. But I prefer having an actual human being to cling onto.”
“I want it to be good,” he muttered.
“It will be.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because when is it ever not good between us?”
“But—” She covered his mouth with her hand before he could finish his next objection.
“Draco, it’s really very sweet of you to have concerns,” she said. “In fact, I never thought you would have. But it’s time to forget those and go for what you want—what we want.”
He removed her hand. “Yes, Madam Granger. Did you remember to use a spell?”
“I used three.”
He blinked. “Why?”
“In case one didn’t work.”
“But then you’d only need two!”
“I figured that if one didn’t work, then there was also a chance that two didn’t work. It would be rather unlikely for three not to work, though.”
He stared at her and then burst out laughing. “Seriously, Hermione. Never change.”
He kept saying that. What exactly did he mean by it? That she shouldn’t change so he had something to laugh at or that she shouldn’t change because he liked the way she was?
“Don’t frown at me like that,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Three spells is good. It’s... safe.” He grinned against her lips.
“You’ll thank me when I don’t become pregnant.”
He laughed again.
She swatted his shoulder. "Don't laugh at me!"
"Oh, but it's all right for you to laugh at me?"
"Because you filled your goodness quota?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "See, we understand each other."
He shook his head. "I'll never understand you, but that's one of the things I like about you."
"What else do you like about me?" she asked, cocking her head.
"Fishing for compliments, are we?"
"Absolutely! Tell me about my legs."
"Sexiest things I've ever tossed off to."
She gaped at him and then couldn't help a short giggle. "Really? To my legs?"
"I can't deny that my fantasies might've gone a little further, but it all centred on where I'd like your legs... Speaking of which..." He grabbed onto her thighs and shifted his lower body so he was placed between them.
She gasped in surprise at how intimate that felt. He looked a little stunned himself but still managed a smirk.
He always seemed to regain some confidence when she let him take charge, even if it was only in small ways. Hermione felt the same way about citing books and research, and she was glad he so far hadn't called her a know-it-all tonight for her random facts, since they were an effective way for her to keep any insecurities at bay.
"Oh, my," she breathed.
"This is... not unpleasant, no."
She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. Not unpleasant, indeed. She could feel the way he was tensing against her to hold himself back.
"Shut up and kiss me," she grumbled and grabbed his hair to drag his head down.
"I thought you'd never ask," he teased, right before their lips clashed.
If his tension hadn't given him away, the kiss would have. There was no languid, teasing build-up this time. Instead, he immediately took the chance to deepen the kiss and pressed his entire body against hers, slightly moving against her in a way that was driving her out of her mind, fast.
She'd never realised how good a bit of rubbing could feel until she'd rubbed against him.
She attempted to take over the kiss by tangling her hands more firmly in his hair and stroking his tongue with hers, but he quickly shut that down, kissing her so aggressively that it was all she could do to keep up.
Finally, she had to break the kiss because she felt like she wasn't getting enough air and was getting rather dizzy. "Draco!" she gasped.
"I need you. Now!"
He nodded, tensing up again. "All right... Guided tour, please."
She looked at him quizzically and he flashed her a weak grin before untangling one of the hands she'd all but forgotten in his hair and leading it down between them. "Help me, sexy witch."
Oh! She felt herself blush a little, but did as he asked, helping him to position himself.
"Any last requests?" he teased.
"Try... not to go too fast. Or be too rough."
He nodded and then pushed slightly forward.
"Ok," she said when he seemed hesitant to use enough force to actually break through anything, "you can be a little rougher than that."
He nodded again, and then when he moved, it suddenly began hurting. She gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders without even realising she'd grasped them, and he immediately stopped.
"N-no," she said, clenching her jaw a bit. "It's all right. Just... unusual. Go on."
She did her best to bite back the worst of the discomfort, but a small whimper still escaped her.
He groaned. "Damn, Hermione... I know you only made that sound because I'm hurting you, but..." He swallowed and stayed very still.
She nodded, biting the inside of her cheeks. To him this felt very differently and his body might choose to interpret sounds in a different way. "You enjoy it when girls make noises, then?"
"Apparently so," he muttered. "Although I'd like to think that I prefer them to be of pleasure."
"They will be in a minute," she assured him.
He shook his head a bit sadly and kissed her collarbone. "You needn't lie about that."
"I'm not. It's already beginning to feel good. I'm a little sore, but I like having you in me."
"Trust me," he whispered. "I like being in you."
"You can begin to move now..."
He shook his head again, this time very insistent. "No. We need to give it another minute."
"Give it another minute, Hermione, or I'll come."
Draco looked into Hermione's eager, lust-darkened eyes, trying very hard to ignore her flushed cheeks, and suppressed another groan. "Yes, really," he managed.
"How does it feel?" she prodded.
How did it feel? Bloody amazing, that was how it felt! She was so tight and warm and wet that he wasn't certain he could live through this. And every once in a while, she'd squirm a little, trying to get comfortable, and he'd get another sensory overload and do his very best not to give in to it.
"Good," he grunted.
"You can come if you want to," she said.
This time he couldn't suppress his groan. If he wanted to? Didn't she have the slightest inkling of how hard it was to hold back?
"I liked it when you came before," she said in a low voice. "I wished I could've seen your face when it started."
He attempted to laugh. "I doubt it's that charming."
"It's honest. It's ecstasy. I want to see it."
He bent down and kissed her to make her shut up with her sexy requests. "You'll see it soon."
"All right... Has a minute passed yet?"
He grunted again, this time half out of exasperation, half out of amusement. She was going to push until he gave her what she wanted, so he carefully began moving again. "Do you like that?"
"Ohh, yes..." she breathed, grabbing onto his upper arms. "It doesn't really hurt any longer."
"Really?" He felt sweat beading on his forehead. He was so close. So close. Maybe it could distract him if she kept talking.
"I'm a little sore and desensitised, but overall it feels... so... good."
He only wished he were sore and desensitised. Maybe then he could keep this up for longer. "How do you want to come?" he whispered. He knew he was only torturing himself. He wouldn't last long enough for her to get there right now, and any image of her coming was bound to set him off straight away.
"With you kissing me..."
She had to know how she affected him. She had to. With a strangled sound, he lowered his head to kiss her again, going half out of his mind with the added stimulation of his tongue and lips. It didn't help that she was squirming even worse and running her hands down his back to his arse and pressing him up against her, begging him with her body to give her more, more, more...
His orgasm didn't come as a surprise this time. He knew exactly when he lost control and his movements became less controlled, less careful, less coordinated... But there was nothing he could do about it. He was already coming. He needed the feeling to last, so he needed to go on, to feel more, before it was over.
He squeezed his eyes shut, quite overwhelmed with how complete this climax felt. He could feel it in his entire body, draining him of all his energy and leaving him with a massively satisfied feeling.
So, this was sex.
No wonder it was such a big deal.
When he finally opened his eyes again, he looked straight into Hermione's. She was watching him, looking extremely pleased with both of them.
"That looked... nice..." she said, slightly short of breath.
He nodded. What about her, then? How did one ask one's partner what to do about them since one had failed to get them to climax during sex?
"Could you, um..." she began, blushing a little, "I'm noticing that you still feel a little..."
He waited for her to go on, but she couldn't seem to find the words. "Yes?" he prodded.
"Can you move a little more before you go... you know... or is that painful?"
She wanted him to move inside her for a minute or so until he lost his erection? He tried flexing his hips. No, it didn't seem uncomfortable, so he complied.
She threw her head back. "Oh, yes, that's nice..." she whispered, and he felt her hand moving down between them. "Don't stop."
He didn't plan to. He liked that look on her face and would gladly keep doing this until he was raw if that was what it took.
Apparently it took much less.
With her touching herself and him trying to gauge what kind of movements she enjoyed the most—and getting randy enough to wonder if he'd be physically able to continue into next round without actually needing a break—she was soon squirming and begging him to go faster.
And then she made a very specific kind of gasp and moan that he somehow knew what meant, and he made certain to kiss her that very moment so she got what she'd requested. She showed her appreciation of that by throwing her arms around him and continuing to kiss him for several minutes.
For a first time, it really hadn't gone that badly, if he had to say so himself.